Hearing the demigod's warning, Lin Zhen patted him on the shoulder. "Thanks for the advice, brother. If you hadn't told me, I really might have acted rashly."
When the demigod saw Lin Zhen pat his shoulder, he actually looked a little excited. "Lin Zhen, you might not believe this, but although I'm already over seventy thousand years old, you're the person I admire most. I think you'll definitely become the strongest Martial Artist!"
"Heh! Not necessarily. Martial Artists live with their heads hanging from their belts. No one can guarantee they'll live to see tomorrow."
"That's true, but I still believe in you."
The demigod spoke as he pulled Lin Zhen along. "Since you're not entering the hundred-meter light circle for now, come chat with me. I've met two friends from the Endless Race here. Since no one can fight right now, we can only talk. We can't keep butting heads all the time. After getting to know them, I realized the Endless Race isn't entirely made up of bad people."
Lin Zhen did not immediately go with the demigod. Instead, he asked, "What's your name?"
"My name is Alonso. I'm from Floating Light City."
"Oh, Alonso. I'll remember that."
After saying that, Lin Zhen turned around and stepped directly into the hundred-meter light circle!
Lightning rumbled down from the sky, leaving Alonso dumbfounded.
He had not expected Lin Zhen to be so decisive. Even after he had thoroughly explained the dangers of entering the light circle, Lin Zhen had still gone in without hesitation.
He could not understand it. Wouldn't it be safer and more reliable to stay outside, listen, watch, and learn more first? Why risk a life-or-death ordeal by going inside?
Alonso truly could not understand because he was not Lin Zhen. What the two of them