Chen Ze stood quietly not far from Lin Bingchun, his posture straight and tall. His black robe fluttered lightly in the wind, and his bearing was steady and reserved.
Lowering his eyes, he waited patiently for a moment. Only when he saw the turbulent Spiritual Energy around Lin Bingchun gradually settle and stabilize did he part his lips slightly. "Lin War God, has your recovery gone smoothly?"
Lin Bingchun had been sitting with his eyes closed, concentrating on regulating his breathing. Sensing Chen Ze's aura quietly draw near, he slowly opened his eyes.
The exhaustion that had filled them seemed like a thin veil being gently lifted away, replaced by a trace of unconcealable confusion.
Hearing Chen Ze still address him as "Lin War God," Lin Bingchun's expression shifted slightly. A hint of awkwardness crept across his face. Curling his lips, he muttered in a low voice, "I've already become a prisoner. How could I still deserve the words 'War God'? Don't make fun of me."
Not a trace of anger appeared on Chen Ze's face. He casually folded his arms across his chest and let out a soft laugh. "Lin War God, you're being too distant. I placed you here because I cherish talent, and I have absolutely no intention of humiliating you.
"Besides, with your heaven-reaching, earth-piercing abilities, the road ahead is as vast as a river of stars. Why trap yourself in these temporary gains and losses, spinning a cocoon around yourself?"
Chen Ze truly had developed an appreciation for Lin Bingchun's talent.
After all, Lin Bingchun was very likely the first Body Integration Realm expert to emerge within Myriad Things Space. Talent and strength like that were impossible for anyone to overlook.
Lin Bingchun could not tell whether Chen Ze's words were true or false. But