"When all under heaven are in trouble, how can we cultivators sit by and do nothing? This has nothing to do with cultivation level. This is ambition!"
Li Ya spoke without even turning his head, his tone ringing with force, and Zhang Buku felt somewhat ashamed to hear it.
In terms of awareness, he truly was not Li Ya's equal.
"Of course, if there happens to be some opportunity, that would be even better. Let's give it a try. When there are more people, it's easier to fish in muddy waters. At the very least, we won't easily become targets," Li Ya said, his tone suddenly changing as he continued.
The corner of Zhang Buku's mouth twitched, but he did not refute him.
He twisted his arm and said, "Brother Li, this old ailment of mine seems like it's about to flare up."
"Hold it in. Can your injuries be more serious than mine? A real man, even if he dies, it's only a scar as big as a bowl. What's there to fear? If you're afraid, you'll lose for a lifetime!"
Li Ya snorted. His gaze passed through the gaps between the leaves and looked toward the rolling demonic clouds on the horizon as his thoughts drifted away.
Zhang Buku curled his lip, thinking to himself that Li Ya only knew how to say such grand words.
The two of them had been together for so long that if he were truly asked to abandon Li Ya and ignore him, he could not bear it either.
Forget it. I only have this one brother in this life. Mountains of blades and seas of fire—I'll charge through them with him!
Zhang Buku comforted himself inwardly, then followed up by asking, "Brother Li, where do you think the Blood Prison Great