"Heh, I don't have any need in that area right now!" Jian Tongming looked at the transparent wineglass in his hand. Though a smile spread across his lips, it looked exceedingly strange.
"You can't put it like that. Aside from pursuing strength, people spend their lives chasing money, status, and women! Otherwise, what's the point of cultivating? Wouldn't it be better to just live a nice, steady life?" Zhao Tian shook his head as he spoke, his eyes filled with longing. Zhao Tian's wish was simple and blunt, and his gaze did not conceal the desire in his heart in the slightest.
Hearing Zhao Tian's words, Jian Tongming could not help but freeze.
That was right! What was his purpose in cultivating? To restore the glory of the Seven Kill Sword?
No. That had once been Jian Tongming's wish, but to the current him, it was only something that would be accomplished sooner or later. Then apart from that, Jian Tongming truly did not know what meaning his cultivation held.
"Brother, there are so many soul masters in this world. How hard would it be to become the strongest one? Even if you succeeded, you'd probably already be old and decrepit by then! Do you know why I don't care about winning or losing? Even if that old bastard cursed me to death, I wouldn't care! Living is about being happy! If you carry too many things on your back, it gets exhausting!" Zhao Tian said with a loud laugh. He truly did not care about winning or losing at all.
"I didn't expect you to be a philosopher," Jian Tongming teased.
"Just so-so! Different people pursue different things. That old bastard says I'm rotten wood that can't be carved, but I just so happen to be the greatest genius