My Longevity Simulation

"No, this method seems tailor-made for me. I absolutely cannot miss it!"

Han Yi paced back and forth, muttering to himself.

"I’ll lose one-third of the penalty fee, and my principal amount is 910,000."

"If I can successfully recover it, that’s 600,000..."

A wave of heartache struck Han Yi as he calculated the loss.

He furrowed his brows in frustration: "Still, I’m short by over 500,000!"

"If I push myself again this year, even at the risk of backlash, I could earn that much. But such frequent use will likely harm my foundation."

Caught in an internal struggle, Han Yi finally made up his mind after a long while.

"I used to think that as long as I controlled my fate, I could achieve greatness in cultivation."