The last light of dusk was fading, the final glow of day slowly dispersing as mighty winds swept through the void.
Two figures shot across the sky like lightning, swiftly racing away from Jian Mu.
They were Chongming and Pei Ling!
By now, both had regained their original appearances.
At that moment, Pei Ling immediately said, "Senior Chongming, why didn't you warn me before we left just now?"
"I almost didn't react in time."
Chongming's wide sleeves fluttered as he strode through the air. His voice was calm as he said, "Before I became an immortal, I did many things like this to secure resources for my cultivation."
"Every contest over interests was a trial that tempered my immortal heart."
"It was also a test of my immortal nature..."
"That peculiar thrill, balanced between gain and loss, victory and defeat, life and death, was something I enjoyed immensely every time!"
"The aftertaste is endless!"
"It's just a pity..."
"Later, as my cultivation grew higher and higher, I found it harder and harder to feel the joy I once had."
"You and I are fated to meet, so I deliberately kept everything from you from beginning to end just now."
"I wanted you to experience this joy for yourself—the kind that can only be understood, never put into words!"
At that, he smiled faintly. "So, how does it feel?"
"Did you enjoy it?"
Hearing this, Pei Ling was stunned. Joy? Thrill? Happiness? Enjoyment?
Why did he feel that the Founding Patriarch Chongming had a rather unusual mindset?
Seeing that Pei Ling didn't seem to share his feelings, Chongming gave a faint smile but offered no further explanation. Instead, he continued, "This time, we earned our resources through our own abilities."
"Of course, we must also rely on our own abilities to