"Your dantian must be pure, forged like steel. Not filled with false energy." The elderly lady said with a serious look.
Vikram nodded slowly. It echoed something his grandfather once told him in passing.
"Second, there are many types of cultivators. Don't become another blade-waving brute just because others are. We cultivate through music. We turn melody into magic. You? You must discover your own strength. Follow the path nature wrote for you, not one carved by others." She uttered in a whispering tone.
"If you don't know your path, what will you do?" Das asked with a straight look.
"Then you will find it first. Like how a skilled animal, you must know your ability first. Some people are strong, some are tactical, some are witful and some are idiots. So find who you are and master fire if you are fire. But don't imitate. The mob follows. The wise forges."
"Third…" She sighed and looked him in the eyes—through the mask, as though she could see him.
