Shaving

"Maybe! This damn system—I understand it less and less. It seems like it's been stalling for time this whole time. The story missions it issues don't look the least bit difficult for the current me," Jiang Siming said with a frown.

"Taking it slow isn't bad either." Shen Ming nodded and said something rather baffling.

"Have you ever been in love? Has anyone ever had a crush on you?" Jiang Siming suddenly asked.

Shen Ming, who had been drinking coffee, nearly choked to death.

"You're not a forever-alone bachelor, are you?" Jiang Siming suddenly grew interested. The man before him was mysterious and powerful; in front of him, he probably could not even put up a fight. But now it seemed that when it came to relationships, he had clawed back a round.

"Why would you ask that?" Shen Ming asked curiously.

"In the things I read in my previous life, most powerful people were very detached when it came to emotions. But I feel like I've always been trapped in a whirlpool of feelings, unable to transcend them. For someone strong, is my path wrong?" Jiang Siming asked the question he had always wanted to ask.

Were emotional bonds a burden, or the driving force to move forward? Jiang Siming had never figured that out.

"Then what do you think cultivation is for?" Shen Ming did not answer Jiang Siming's question, but asked one in return.

"The truth, or a lie?" Jiang Siming looked up at Shen Ming and asked seriously.

"The truth, of course."

"At first, it was to show off and slap faces, marry a rich beauty, reach the peak of life, build a vast harem, and roam freely through the myriad heavens and worlds," Jiang Siming said with a serious face. Although that goal was rather