There were three paths here: keeping a low profile, taking the middle road, or making a high-profile entrance...
As Ning Zhuo faced this choice, his mind drifted into a trance.
In that instant, he seemed to see a child on Fire Persimmon Mountain, who had begun disguising himself from a young age. Every time he looked up at the City Lord's Mansion, it was like gazing upon a towering mountain. He hid his cleverness and secretly grew up in the shadows under Sun Lingtong's protection. He had twisted his way through the cracks, scheming and battling wits with adults. The calculations in which he staked his life within the Magma Immortal Palace had been his first all-out strike.
The resentment he had endured for over a decade, the dark fire he had suppressed for over a decade, were like the eruption of Fire Persimmon Mountain, scorching people's hearts until they burned. This was a little thief's struggle against his own misfortune!
In that instant, he seemed to see a youth in Ten Thousand Medicines Valley, repeatedly engaging in martial contests and truly appearing before the public. Fist meeting flesh in battle made him vividly feel what it meant to be "alive." He made new friends—drinking companions, and female cultivators as well. Amid hearty drinking and cheerful conversation, their smiles bloomed like flowers, open and forthright. He saw a new kind of life. So there could be such bright winds and clear moons in the world. Compared to that, Fire Persimmon Mountain had seemed so stifling and gloomy.
The youth had begun to show his brilliance and started living in another way. He envied Linghu Jiu and felt that he was the true gentleman.
In that instant, he saw once more that magnificent battle in Thousand Peaks Forest. He had been