"Young man, cultivating the Gold Sword Pupil is not easy. I advise you to give up early, lest you waste your whole life."
While Ling Chen was examining the sculpture in front of him, a slightly hoarse voice rang out. A blind middle-aged man in linen clothes walked over and gently advised.
"We once came here full of confidence just like you. But in the end, as you can see, for over a hundred years, no one has been able to break the curse of failure. The last person to successfully cultivate the Gold Sword Pupil probably dates back to nearly two hundred years ago."
"If I had a chance to choose again, I definitely wouldn't choose to cultivate the Gold Sword Pupil. Unfortunately, life doesn't offer a redo. We cannot change our fates."
A pair of young men and women also walked over from a distance, letting out a heavy sigh.
"Since you've all failed in cultivation, why do you insist on staying here? Isn't it to continue understanding the Gold Sword Pupil?"
