"To transform one's will into a Mythical Form is indeed an apt metaphor."
With a snake coiled around a pot of tea, they conversed with laughter and ease. Despite the unfavorable weather, within Professor Fu's lab at the Heaven's Commencement Institute, peace and serenity prevailed.
Though the specifics of their discussion were enough to unsettle anyone who overheard.
Considering Fu Qian's statement, Cass, after a moment of pondering, agreed it was quite fitting.
"But I don't think it's a normal condition, even though that state feels extraordinarily good.
"It won't end in void like some paths of cultivation; it's merely a more perfect self."
Yet, he shook his head immediately afterward, giving a somewhat negative assessment.
"It sounds good, so why isn't it a good thing?"
Cass's evaluation and introduction were undeniably at odds, so Fu Qian poured more tea and gestured for him to elaborate.
