At the foot of the waterfall, Zora raised her head and stared into the roaring silver torrent high above.
Dozens of feet of falling force.
The impact would be brutal. The pain would be unforgiving.
But her current body was far too weak.
"Master, this waterfall is far too violent. With your current strength, forcing it like this is extremely risky."
White's anxious voice echoed in her mind, carrying a rare hint of unease. Cultivation required hardship, yes, but hardship within reason. To charge headfirst into something that could easily cripple her was no longer training. It was gambling with her life.
Zora paused for only a brief moment.
Years of experience told her clearly that this waterfall lay right at the edge of what she could endure. It was dangerous, yes, but not truly fatal. As for injuries… since she had chosen the path of cultivation, pain had long ceased to be something she feared.
After making her decision, she stepped forward without hesitation.
