Ye Chen walked over to the Tomb Spirit, who was gazing up at the sky. "Missing home?"
The Tomb Spirit smiled. "Not exactly. I just think fate is unfair. It's hard to accept."
Ye Chen patted him on the shoulder. "This world is the survival of the fittest. Look at that forest below. The powerful demons lord it over the weak, and the weaker ones can only put up with it. There's nothing they can do."
The Tomb Spirit looked down at the forest and nodded.
Ye Chen went on, "I used to be like a star in the sky, while you were the dazzling sun. We weren't even in the same league."
The Tomb Spirit chuckled. "Hah! That star nearly snuffed out the sun. I guess everyone's scrambling to be a star now."
Ye Chen smiled. "I just got lucky, that's all. But the rules of this world—the survival of the fittest—can't be changed."
The Tomb Spirit nodded. Neither of them said another word. They simply gazed at the stars overhead.
After a while, Ye Chen stood up. "All right. Get a good night's rest. Tomorrow, I'll give you a great gift."
The Tomb Spirit smiled and went into the cave to rest.
Early the next morning, Ye Chen went over to the Tomb Spirit, who was still asleep. Yesterday's battle had been intense, so he deserved a little more rest. Ye Chen sat beside him and began meditating to regulate his energy.
An hour later, the Tomb Spirit opened his eyes and looked at Ye Chen. "After all these years, that's the first time I've had such a good night's sleep."
Ye Chen smiled. "Hurry up and toss those rags of yours." As he spoke, he took out a suit of armor and set it beside the Tomb