As you walk along the narrow path, your mother's words echo in your mind, "You must be better than your opponent." Her voice is firm and unwavering as if she's imparting a vital piece of advice. You look up at her, and she meets your gaze with a serious expression.

"You must be as silent and discreet, like a poison that flows hidden through wine," she says, her words slow and deliberate.

You know that your mother had lost your older sibling, Lian, before you were born. You were her second chance, and she had made it clear that she wouldn't fail you. Her words now hold even more weight, as if she's imparting a lifetime of experience in a single sentence. You take a deep breath, letting her words sink in.