"Immortals, gods, humans-whatever we are, since we've come to this world, we can only accept our fate! But life doesn't mean bowing to these fellows. It means rising up!"
Sticking it up?
Hearing Ye Fan say this, Pang Bo looked a little embarrassed. Then he stuck his backside up, glanced at Ye Fan, and teased:
"Stick it up like this? If that's what you mean, I can do it too! You make it sound far too simple. After spending a few years with these people, I've realized this world is far too different. Ordinary people simply can't survive here. Once they run into someone with even a little cultivation, death is certain!"
"I wonder how those old classmates are doing. If they're still alive, I wonder what they're like now. After all, they're the only people we know in this world. I really do miss them!"
Ye Fan smiled faintly, his face darkening. Looking at Pang Bo, he shook his head, thinking that he had indeed run into those old classmates on his way here.
But the circumstances back then had been unusual. After gaining their own advantages, those fellows had actually tried to kill him. Left with no choice, he had sent them to the Western Heaven.
Looking at Pang Bo before him, he said:
"Perhaps they weren't as good as you imagine, because when I ran into them before, I killed them. They were none other than Zhang Ziling, Li Changqing, and the others. Though that's a truth I can't bear to look back on, I don't regret it at all!"
Hearing this, Pang Bo froze. Looking at Ye Fan, who had spoken of such things with a face full of smiles, he could feel how deeply his brother's heart hurt.
After all, they had all come from