Lin Mo watched his shivering figure, the representation of his soul, and a profound sense of understanding dawned on him.
She was right. He had accepted his role as the Shopkeeper, but he had still been thinking like an employee of the Pantheon, a pawn in their grand game. In the end, regardless of his realization before, he still hadn't truly, fully embraced his own authority. Instead of deciding things on his own and utilizing the Divine System Interface with all of its functions, he's only using it as a tool that the Divine Pantheon lent to him.
"The art of soul refinement is not about destroying or abandoning one's past," Xingxing's voice continued, "it's about re-contextualizing it. You need not erase your memories of your nine-to-five drudgery. Instead, you will transform them. From a burden into a foundation. From a weakness into a unique strength. Allow me to teach your soul that its past and present life remain to be one of freedom and not one of subordination."
