"Anan, did you know? In the five years I spent at the mining camp, I spent the first three years biding my time and the latter two years honing myself in life-and-death battles. You must have seen the scene in the mine, a narrow path with only two exits, if blocked, it becomes a death trap."
"I didn't have any teammates, just myself, a spear, and two knives. Often, I faced not just three or five miners but hordes of beasts. Every fight was a life-or-death struggle; no one gave me time to accumulate spiritual energy to unleash a big move. If I started a move with a spell, before the spell could be completed, my life would be over."
"In the mines, the tricks of sect disciples are useless, even less effective than Mortal World Martial Skills—everyone in the mining camp understands this. Therefore, they had no Seventh-Grade Cultivation Techniques, High-Level Magical Techniques, or powerful Magic Treasures, only a fierce determination to claim your life."
