If only she could change that moment.
If only she had chosen differently.
But reality was cruel.
There was no pill in this world that could reverse time.
No divine treasure that could erase her mistake.
What was done… could never be undone.
She slowly exhaled, forcing herself to calm down.
Once. Twice.
Again and again, until the storm within her chest gradually settled into a heavy, suffocating stillness.
Running away from the problem wouldn't solve anything.
Regret wouldn't restore her cultivation.
If she wanted to survive… she needed a solution.
Her mind began to turn, analyzing every possibility with cold clarity.
Could she find another opportunity? Another treasure?
Another method to replace what she had lost?
No.
If such things existed so easily, the world wouldn't be filled with struggling cultivators.
Could she rely on her own talent to recover?
A bitter smile tugged at her lips.
Without that innate blessing, her talent was nothing extraordinary.
