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"Master Calcraft, Clint, take a look at this cup of tea."

"What about the tea?" Clint asked, puzzled.

Casimir placed the teacup back on the table.

"What's the purpose of this cup of tea? It exists to be picked, steeped, and tasted, yet the tea itself is just a bitter, flavorless leaf. What must be done to transform it into a good cup of tea?

"The tea leaves need to be of good quality, and the one brewing the tea must be skilled. The water temperature matters, as does the steeping time. Some of this is innate, while other aspects are not."

Casimir slowly turned his head toward Nash and continued in a calm voice, "Nash, how have you felt about obtaining Amulet Glory?"

Nash thought for a moment before replying with uncertainty, "My journey has been pretty smooth?"

"And?"

"Also, my strength has improved quickly..."

"And?"noveldrama

"I can't think of anything else..."

At that moment, Casimir pointed to Nash's heart and asked seriously, "How much

of this growth do you genuinely feel?"

Nash felt confused. "What do you mean by... genuine?"

Casimir explained slowly, "Each time your cultivation improves, what kind of changes does your body undergo?"

"Well..."

"You've noticed, haven't you? All this time, your skills and abilities have existed in an extremely ethereal realm. Am I wrong?"

"But I can use my abilities. Isn't that real?"

Casimir glanced at the ceiling, not rushing to answer Nash's question. Instead, he abruptly asked, "Master Calcraft, how many women do you have?"

Nash paused, surprised that Casimir would ask such a question. Nonetheless, he replied, "Five..."

"After meeting them, did you continue to immerse yourself in hard training like you did on Tili Mountain?"

Nash shook his head. He found himself at a loss for words. He had not trained in a long time. Even his newly acquired abilities had not progressed further. It seemed he had started to lose sight of something.

At this point, Casimir turned to Clint.

"Clint, how long did you dedicate yourself to training after becoming the heir to the Melton family?"

Clint also shook his head. "I once thought I was invincible, but who knew..."

Casimir stood up and sighed lightly.

"So, do you understand now? The methods for becoming stronger are something you both already possess. You just haven't sought to improve them.

"Whistler is strong? Clint, you find him hard to deal with? Are you surprised by his rapid growth? But if I told you he has been studying only this magical array since his birth, would you still find his power unreasonable?"

Clint shook his head. "I understand your point, Master..."

Casimir turned around as sunlight streamed in. Against the sunlight, Nash and Clint struggled to see his face clearly.

Casimir continued, "What if I gave you another opportunity to choose?"

Both men were taken aback, and Nash asked in surprise, "What do you mean by that?"

Casimir pointed to the ground.

"I can help you regain the strength you've missed out on attaining over the years. However, there will be a cost. I don't know if you're willing to give it a try." Nash and Clint hesitated.

Clint leaned forward, cautiously asking, "The cost... What does that refer to?"

"You might very well lose something, whether abstract or concrete. I'll only ask once are you willing to try?"

As soon as he spoke, the room fell into an endless silence.

The two men did not rush to answer Casimir, planning instead to consider their options for a couple of days at Hydra Hill.

Casimir, being patient, decided to let them take their time.