Lin Bai silently walked out of Evil Dragon City. The Night King flew over to meet him, then headed toward Yunhe.
Standing atop the clouds, Lin Bai let out two soft sighs, looking rather troubled.
Old Wen came over with a smile. "Imperial Son, you seem troubled?"
Lin Bai said softly, "Yes. I used to think that as my cultivation realm improved, I would become stronger and freer."
"But I never expected that the higher my cultivation and strength became... the less free I would be."
Old Wen stood beside Lin Bai and listened patiently, occasionally smiling and voicing his agreement.
Lin Bai poured out all the bitterness in his heart. "In the past, I didn't have to consider so many things."
"If I encountered someone I disliked, I would simply attack and teach him a lesson. If I encountered an enemy, I would just kill him."
"But now... I can't do that anymore."
"There are too many people I dislike, and every one of them has a background as high as the mountains and as deep as the sea."
"Even when I encounter enemies, I can't just kill them. There are simply too many of them. If I killed them one by one, my hands would go numb from swinging my blade before I could finish them all!"
"Besides, the enemies I have to kill all have powerful backgrounds! Each one is more powerful than the last!"
Ultimately, Lin Bai was complaining about how his way of doing things had changed.
Back when he was on the Barren Ancient Continent, Lin Bai had killed more than a few people. Regardless of how powerful their backgrounds were, anyone who provoked him was killed without exception.
But after arriving in the Devil Realm, Lin Bai discovered that things were completely different