Fu Heng withdrew his gaze and walked back at an unhurried pace.
Before coming to Zhangwei Mountain all those years ago, he had done plenty of preparation and readied many things to ward off the cold.
Even so, he had encountered quite a few difficulties at first and suffered frostbite several times.
Those two ascenders, who knew little about Zhangwei Mountain, would only fare more miserably than he had.
After walking some distance, Little White looked back. Only after confirming that Fu Heng was nowhere to be seen did he curl his lips in displeasure.
"Big Sister, that Fu Heng just now—I feel like he had no good intentions. Does he look down on us ascenders?"
"He does not look down on us. He is jealous."
Xu Chunniang explained, "What he dreamed of day and night, we do not care about in the slightest. His heart is unbalanced, and so jealousy took root."
"What does he dream of day and night? Clinging to the strong and going to the Third Heaven or the Second Heaven?"
Little White came to his senses and looked down on Fu Heng even more.
"Big Sister taught us from childhood that we must rely on ourselves. Only strength that belongs to oneself is true strength.
"Once you entertain the thought of relying on others, you lose the heart of a strong person. This Fu Heng is nothing much after all!"
Xu Chunniang smiled. "He is a native of the Immortal Realm, born in Zongdong Heaven. His starting point surpassed that of the vast majority of people in this world.
"His path has been too smooth. He has never experienced many twists, setbacks, or hardships, so naturally his thoughts differ from ours. There is no need to care."
"Yes, I never took him seriously anyway."
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