Robin threw himself onto his bed like a weary traveler who hadn't slept in weeks, well, that was kind of true. The past years had been exhausting.
deeply, relentlessly, unforgivingly exhausting in every imaginable way. Thirty-five full, consecutive years were spent reading a single book - one book and nothing else.
He hadn't strengthened his soul, hadn't improved a single level in energy cultivation, hadn't even stretched a finger toward any of his usual side experiments or fields of research. Without a shred of doubt, this had been the longest period of isolated seclusion he'd ever subjected himself to, all for a singular objective.
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