Another ten years passed in the blink of an eye.
For ordinary people, ten years was long, slow, layered with change.
For Vivian, it was nothing like that. Each day dragged on, heavy with pain.
Ten years ago, he had collapsed on the floor, coughing out blood.
His small body shook as his lungs burned, and his heart felt like it would tear apart.
His family panicked.
They summoned every famous physician and healer they could find.
Some stayed for days, some only for hours.
They checked his body again and again, but none of them could find the cause of his illness.
In the end, they could only shake their heads.
Since that day, Vivian would cough out blood from time to time.
During these ten years, his cultivation came to a stop.
At fourteen, he had reached the Fourth Star, a level many praised as talented.
But after that, he never made another breakthrough.
His body could not endure cultivation for long.
