Shen Lian suddenly understood a little about this senior brother, Chen Jianmei, who with his exceptional speed in cultivation and reaching heights where no ordinary cultivators could achieve probably in their entire lifetime, only to be stuck in the same state for forty years and not even budge an inch.
This difference brought him psychological pressure. It was hard for an outsider to imagine if one did not go through it personally.
Forty years was not a short time. It was enough for a person to go through the ways of the world. Sometimes when the lifespan of a dynasty was short, it did not even hold through forty years.
For almost forty years, to not be able to see the hope of improving and not knowing how to break through was pure torture. Cultivation was like the long night, not knowing when the dawn will come.
Just thinking about it was enough to make anyone's skin crawl, what more about that fact that Chen Jianmei had been struggling for forty years.