Just what had he set free?
On the leveled-off rear mountain, Jiang Siming sat there alone, seven or eight jars of strong liquor scattered beside him. He had originally prepared them for Huo Yuhao, to help him dissolve and absorb the powerful energy brought by the Octagonal Mysterious Ice Grass inside his body.
Only now, the liquor had another use.
"Jiang Siming, oh Jiang Siming, have you really gotten so lonely that you'd fly into such a rage over one little cabin?" Jiang Siming asked himself with a bitter smile. He poured down great mouthfuls of the liquor that burned his throat.
"Sure enough, loneliness, solitude, and emotional ties are the greatest obstacles to cultivation!" Jiang Siming looked up at the clear sky and muttered to himself.
Jiang Siming recalled the excitement and hope he had felt when he first arrived on Douluo Continent. Back then, he had naively believed that aside from becoming stronger, nothing could stir the heart of a transmigrator.
But Jiang Siming gradually realized that he seemed to have been wrong. Whether in the Main World or on Douluo Continent, it was only a shift from pursuing money to pursuing strength; those troubles still existed. Perhaps this was the real world. Perhaps worries were also part of life.
Those climbing a mountain felt only the hardship and exhaustion, while those standing at the summit, beyond taking in the whole view, also endured the biting cold wind. Then they would discover that perhaps the happiest times were spent wandering forward at the foot of the mountain. Because ignorance, too, was a kind of happiness.
"Dean, what exactly is going on? Sister Xiaotao just woke up, so why was she badly injured?"
Huo Yuhao and the others had blocked Yan Shaozhe's office directly, and Xu Sanshi questioned him