Being artsy was a disease. It needed treatment—and it could be treated.
Well, back when Wang Qi's mind had not been quite normal, he too had gone through days of lamenting life in much the same way—probably when he had yet to find a goal in this life and was constrained by the hormonal secretion and brain structure of childhood.
But after he pulled himself together, began striving upward, and started living a positive, healthy life, the disease cured itself without medicine.
But clearly, if one concealed their illness and refused treatment, refusing even to admit it, then it might worsen.
It could even be contagious.
In the most severe cases, it could be made into a biochemical weapon.
Facing this Ice Corpse whose every other word was "ultimate beauty" and "infinite beauty," Wang Qi truly did not know what expression to wear.
At a time like this, a smile would not do.
"It seems language no longer holds any meaning for you," Wang Qi said. "Then there is no need for further words."
"No, that is not the case." The Ice Corpse shook her head. The Ice Boundary cultivator said, "Have you not realized it yet? Fellow Daoist, as one of the most intelligent individuals among humanity, I think you should understand the thought patterns of us Ice Boundary beings as well. And you should also know that my standing here is itself proof of 'friendliness.'"
"Oh?" Wang Qi's voice remained thick with mockery. "If my guess is correct, you mean... logically speaking, those Ice Boundary beings transformed from the Gu Yan demon creatures should have attacked me unconditionally. And the reason they did not attack was because of you?"
"Not merely because of me, but also because of True Flame." The woman smiled. Using the residual information in