Sheng Wuyou froze.
A heightened instinct for danger made him shoot backward in an instant!
Sheng Wuyou's eyes, which had looked listless all this time, finally opened.
The Experts around him were also deeply shocked. Clearly, every one of them had felt it too—and felt it intensely.
Lu Chengwen stared at Sheng Wuyou. With one burst of force, all the beams binding his body shattered, turning into specks of starlight.
Lu Chengwen looked at Lu Chengfeng. "You're... Senior Lu Chengfeng?"
Lu Chengfeng smiled and nodded. "Looks like you've gotten yourself into serious trouble."
Lu Chengwen's eyes were melancholy. "I don't like war, but... there's nowhere left to retreat."
"Even if there were, you wouldn't retreat." Lu Chengfeng saw straight through him. "If you did, you'd no longer be yourself."
Lu Chengwen raised his head. "Senior, help me."
"Heh. You can't borrow my strength every time. You have to grow."
"I'm a good-for-nothing. How could I ever become someone like you? I've already worked very hard, but I'm simply not cut out for martial arts."
Lu Chengfeng nodded. "But you are cut out to uphold justice."
"Will you help me?"
"A little." Lu Chengfeng said, "I'll lend you my strength. Go show them everything you've got."
"Can I? Can I keep borrowing it?"
Lu Chengfeng looked at Lu Chengwen. "Your shamelessness is truly astonishing."
Lu Chengfeng turned around. "Go. Fight according to your own will, in your own way. I'd also very much like to know just how long it will take before I can peacefully return to dust and enjoy eternal sleep."
"But..."
Before Lu Chengwen could finish speaking, Lu Chengfeng's figure had already begun to fade away.
"Remember, when misfortune reaches its limit, fortune begins. When things are at their worst, that is when they start getting better."