"Why did you save them?"
"It was just a small effort."
"You knew that when Danggui Ruins came to an end, all these people would die. Why bother doing something so futile?"
"There were still one or two hundred years left. Perhaps that was someone's entire life."
"Since when did I know you, Luo Chen, to have such a compassionate heart?"
"Heh heh."
Luo Chen chuckled softly and offered no further explanation.
To him, saving the disciples of the Myriad Phenomena Star Sect had indeed been nothing more than a small effort.
Perhaps, as he had told Danyang, the Star Sect Master, he simply considered it repayment for the favor of borrowing Ziwei Yuan as a cultivation ground for sixty years.
But Luo Chen had not come away empty-handed either.
During that time, the Primal Chaos Cauldron had absorbed an ocean of starlight and devoured countless stellar remains. It had even absorbed quite a few Star Crystals.
If he had not done it, how could he have gained such rewards?
For every drink and every peck, fate had its own decree.
Yuan Qingzang did not dwell on the matter. Instead, he was more curious about something else.
He asked probingingly, "Were you cultivating at the time?"
Luo Chen did not conceal it and calmly nodded.
Yuan Qingzang's spirits lifted as his gaze continuously swept over Luo Chen.
"Then have you already made a breakthrough?"
He asked because he could no longer see through Luo Chen's current realm.
From his perspective, let alone a martial artist's aura, even Luo Chen's very existence had become vague and ethereal.
Luo Chen was clearly standing right there, yet he seemed like a patch of chaos, impossible to grasp.
Not even the Wuyou Realm Master had ever given him such a feeling.
Previously, Luo Chen's