Kane felt like he was on the verge of tears.
This Prince Louis was truly superhuman; he uncovered the flaws in his psyche faster than he could address them himself.
It was utterly exhausting, leaving him breathless.
He could indeed feel that during this process, his essential self was no longer a broad conceptual framework but rather a small and fine-tuned set of ideas and developmental directions.
This refinement, for a Curse Swordsman, was in itself a mental growth. Over the past years, he had never stopped optimizing his essential self.
But now, the speed at which this essential self was being cultivated was frighteningly fast.
The process of mending my essential self and adjusting contemplation methods is essentially a dissection and interpretation of my thought patterns and concepts, giving him the illusion that he was stripped bare in front of Louis.
Uh, that sounded weird.
