Li Yun listened to Bai Fantian's resentful questioning, and without exaggeration, he truly nearly laughed out loud.
At this very moment.
Bai Fantian was practically like someone indignantly standing up for a pathetic simp who had pursued a goddess in vain, only to watch her effortlessly throw herself into another man's arms.
Though that analogy was not entirely accurate.
Nor could one say that White Emperor spending half his life on Tiangu King Mountain was simp behavior.
Yet in essence, there was no difference.
"Senior Bai... you've lived through countless springs and autumns, yet you still fail to see through something like this?"
"What? I fail to see through it?"
"Isn't that so?"
Li Yun smiled faintly. "Do you believe that everything a person gains must be repaid in proportion to what they give?"
"Hm?"
Bai Fantian immediately froze.
No matter how foolish he was, he could not possibly say something like effort was always rewarded.
It could not be said that such words were entirely deceptive chicken soup. In a certain sense, or in certain specific matters, they were not wrong.
But they were far too absolute.
Yet there were no absolutes in this world.
This world was strange. Some things brought not the slightest reward without effort, while for other things, even if you gave half your life, you would gain nothing.
It was truly helpless.
Bai Fantian more or less understood what Li Yun meant, but he was still unwilling to accept it. The grievance in his heart would not settle!
Especially when Li Yun spoke this way as though he were standing from the victor's perspective—it filled Bai Fantian with even greater indignation.
In his view, things should never have turned out this way.
His ancestor, White Emperor, had given so much to become Lord of