"Do you mean Zhang Junhao as he is now, or Zhang Junhao in the future?" Chen Changan asked with a smile.
"Both!"
"Zhang Junhao... He's too soft!"
Too soft?
"Have you tried?"
"No, I mean, how do you know?"
The Heavenly Feng Dragon Seal paid no mind to what Chen Changan had said and instead voiced its own thoughts.
The original Heavenly Feng Dragon Seal had chosen Zhang Junhao, believing him to be a man of promise. It had thought that following him would be a win-win arrangement.
But it had never expected that the kid was such a bleeding heart—and had no ambition at all.
All he wanted was for Heavenly Feng to be at peace. He wanted to turn it into a tranquil place, free of conflict and bloodshed.
That went completely against the fundamental laws of this cultivation world.
If this were just an ordinary low-level world, Zhang Junhao's actions might have been fine. But what kind of place was this?
This was a world where the strong ruled and the weak were devoured.
Only through endless contention and bloodshed could one gradually grow stronger.
Not a single cultivation world had ever reached its peak through peace.
Heavenly Feng might look prosperous now, but it had been on a steady decline. Its fortune was shrinking instead of growing, and each generation of cultivators was weaker than the last.
If things went on like this, Heavenly Feng was bound to face disaster.
And the source of it all was Zhang Junhao's self-righteousness.
"Heavenly Feng, I've already decided to give up."
"Staying here will only drain me bit by bit, and still won't change Heavenly Feng's inevitable demise."
"My departure will merely bring that outcome about sooner."
"I belong to no one. I chose Zhang Junhao, but ours was