Moreover, have you not heard that when Heaven confers a great task upon a person, it first must strengthen their resolve, tire their muscles and bones, starve their body, and empty them of everything.... These are all trials which will be greatly beneficial in the future!"
The donkey snorted two streams of white air from its nostrils, knowing that the master was painting big dreams again.
Over the years, it had traveled all over, not only drinking enough of the northwestern winds but also eating its fill of the master's stories, and was long used to it, unfazed as if the words just passed by like the wind.
"Master, let's find a place to sleep first. It seems the weather is turning, and Heaven is preparing to strike you with thunder again."
Qiu Changtian raised his head to look at the dark night sky, where the dark clouds were hanging low, and grumbled:
