"Ah-choo!"
Qin Feng couldn't help sneezing. He had no idea who was thinking about him.
But he didn't have time to concern himself with that right now. He was watching Little San San standing on a mountain peak, thinking about what kind of role to write for him so he could keep squeezing every last drop out of him for the long haul.
"Brother Lin!"
Lin San gazed at the rolling range of immortal mountains and suddenly asked, "Why did you join a sect that can't tell right from wrong? Have you forgotten the dream you once had!?"
"I haven't forgotten it for a single moment!"
Qin Feng slipped into character at once, his expression solemn. "With the passion of youth, I will save the common people from fire and water, restore justice to the world, and fight for all under heaven. Even if my body and soul are destroyed, I will become a dragon soul and protect our human race so it may never decline!"
"Hm!?"
Xiao Bai promptly pulled out a carrot and watched Qin Feng's performance in silence.
"But you..."
Hearing those familiar lines, Lin San couldn't help growing emotional.
What he still couldn't understand, though, was why Qin Feng insisted on joining the Immortal Alliance and taking as his master someone so lacking in principles, someone who couldn't tell right from wrong.
"I did all this for the sake of my dream!"
Qin Feng began working up his emotions, gently guiding him. "You've seen it for yourself along the way. The Immortal Realm is even more chaotic than the Ancient Wasteland. In the eyes of the powerful, the weak are nothing but ants on the ground. They can do as they please with them..."
"Exactly!"
Lin San nodded in agreement, recalling his experiences since coming to