[The thirtieth time, you've had an epiphany, capturing that fleeting glimmer that haunts your soul]
[The thirty-first time, you have become as familiar with the "Cyan Lotus Martial Seed" in your hand as an old friend of many years. Your mind is filled with many insights, yet there's still a small fog; you find it difficult to take the last step before the door...]
...
Failure after failure, time swiftly passes.
In a trance, Su Mu seemed to be back not long ago, halted before becoming a Third Level Martial Artist for ten years.
His heart was calm without the slightest waver.
[The forty-eighth time, amidst repeated failures, your resolve never wavered, and finally, you truly captured that fleeting glimmer; the final mist in your mind began to dissipate]
