Shortly three years, long ten years.
The best case scenario is ten years, and this time is not enough to gather the resources needed to counter the Little Saint.
Gu Wen introspected his Qi Sea, he, as the Little Taoist Master, could only manage sixty-five Great Tao lines, averaging one Law per year.
Without the support of numerous great powers from the Sanqing Taoist Sect and his master's teachings, this pace might be prolonged by dozens or even hundreds of times.
But since he had his master and others as a restraint, the difficulty should decrease significantly...
"You're overthinking again."
Li Yunshang tugged Gu Wen's head and gently pinched his ear, breaking his deep thoughts.
"You always strive for perfection, always considering every angle, but where in the world is there so much time to think things over? Opportunities often come just once."
Her disciple had many strengths, but his only flaw was being overly cautious.
