As Zhou Ang descended the mountain today, his feelings were somewhat complicated.
Although he considered himself "slow-witted," he felt he had made rapid progress since joining the sect, almost believing he was now a formal cultivator.
But unexpectedly, he realized he was truly, truly just a "beginner"!
No wonder his martial uncle showed no interest in discussing anything else, and remained indifferent to his intense curiosity and desire to learn magic.
The key was that his spiritual foundation was still too weak.
What to do?
He could only continue to work hard.
Back home, Zhou Ang, as usual, handed over the 250 coins he had "earned" that day to his mother, Zhou Cai Shi. Once again, he saw the gratified smile on his mother's face.
It was the kind of smile… the kin
