"As we grow older and stronger, it seems to others that the opportunities available to us grow more numerous as well. But the truth is... there are very few opportunities we can choose for ourselves."
"We have too many concerns and too many shackles, forcing us to stray from the course we were originally on and sail into a sea shrouded in darkness and woven through with thunder."
Bu Junfeng seemed deeply moved by Lin Bai's words. Standing outside the golden light curtain, he looked up and sighed repeatedly.
His expression was filled with helplessness, as well as desolation.
It was as if, like Lin Bai, he appeared to be an incomparably glorious Saint Son of the Flourishing Sect, yet behind that glory lay untold bitterness and suffering.
"That is all I have to say. There is no need to say more, is there?" Lin Bai's expression darkened. "Once the great battle is over, if you and I are both still alive, let us drink and celebrate together!"
"Good." Bu Junfeng gave Lin Bai a simple, straightforward answer. "Then from here on, I will leave the battlefield to the Northern Domain martial artists."
"Brother Lin, take care."
"If we meet on the battlefield, I hope you will not hold back. Likewise... I will not hold back either!"
After speaking, Bu Junfeng clasped his hands and slowly retreated.
The people who retreated with him included Luan Tang, the Saint Son of the Corpse Refinement Sect, as well as several Saint Sons of the Heavenly Dao Clan.
He left the battlefield ahead entirely to the other Northern Domain martial artists.
Those Northern Domain martial artists seemed to have heard the Soul Refinement Sect Saint Son's order. They stepped forward one after another and began provoking the Eastern Domain martial artists inside the