They told me that cultivators are the embodiment of strength, honor, and respect.
But the problem is, damn it, no one warned me about the constant threat of death, that in order to gain power, you'd have to swallow bitter herbs, and that at any moment they could explode in your stomach.
What can I say — the great path.
Yet, despite all this, I still stepped onto this path of pain, despair, and death.