"Are you sure?"
In his mind, the Green Snake clinging to the Tree of Forbidden Curse finally opened its mismatched colored eyes, lazily flicking its tongue and warning, "You do not yet possess the ability to control the Curse Power."
"You can teach me."
"Learning is a long and arduous process, there are no shortcuts. With your willpower, you might interfere with a babbling brook, but you absolutely can't control a rushing river. If I open the floodgates, the best outcome for you is to be washed away by the roaring flood…meaning you'll still have a chance to return…if worse, you drown in the river, even if that old man wants to fish you back, it might be difficult."
The words of the Little Green Snake were filled with metaphors, sounding somewhat cryptic yet not hard to understand.
Boom!
