Seeing that Lin Bingchun still harbored doubts, Chen Ze continued, "General Lin, just rest here and heal your wounds. Once you've recovered somewhat, we can talk again."
Lin Bingchun fell silent for a moment. He knew full well that, grievously injured as he was, he had no power to resist. And if Chen Ze had truly meant him harm, there would have been no need for so much talk earlier.
"Hmph. Then I'll trust you for now. But don't think this will make me change my stance."
Chen Ze nodded lightly. "I understand. General Lin's loyal heart will not be easily shaken."
With that, he signaled Li Hengwen to take out several precious healing pills and hand them to Lin Bingchun.
"These pills will help you recover. No need to stand on ceremony. Just stay here and recuperate."
Lin Bingchun looked at the pills, hesitated for a moment, and ultimately accepted them.
He had no choice but to take them. When he woke up, he had discovered that every storage treasure on his person had vanished. They had not even left him a single hair.
After Lin Bingchun accepted the pills, Chen Ze turned to leave. At that moment, a voice came from behind him.
"Thank you!"
Hearing this, Chen Ze stopped. He gave a soft laugh, thought for a moment, then turned back to look at Lin Bingchun.
"General Lin, have you ever considered that the Cultivation World is in turmoil now, and the Gate of the Spirit Realm is about to open? Every faction is locked in endless conflict. Is the opening of the Gate of the Spirit Realm truly a good thing?"
Lin Bingchun was slightly stunned. He had never seriously considered that question.
Ever since the Spirit Realm Envoy had appeared and displayed such formidable strength,