Zhuge Liang now felt extremely grateful for his proactive spiritual talent. Had it been passive, he estimated that in a place like Liu Bei's, where such talents were common, his lifespan of over a hundred years would have been depleted in no more than five years.
Calculating roughly, that would mean losing twenty times the upper limit of his life. Zhuge Liang reckoned that, if necessary, activating it to turn the tables was still bearable. Regardless of his satisfaction with the talent, its effectiveness was certainly top-notch. When it was essential, he could simply keep it activated for a month straight, and as long as his comrades were reliable, Zhuge Liang could slay gods in that one month.
The talent had its perks, but also significant drawbacks. This thought led Zhuge Liang to feel an urge to strangle Pang Tong. He couldn't believe that moron had damaged him like this!