Wang Qi stood up and stretched his waist. "This is something I need to reflect on. It seems that once I go mad, I stop caring about anything else—and I don't even realize it."
"The player is lost in the game, while the onlooker sees clearly. Even this old man nearly misjudged the situation, let alone you."
Wang Qi shrugged. "I thought I was pretty calm."
Zhen Chanzi sighed. "Brat, it is not that you are not calm—it is that you have been holding it in. You stay cool-headed at the brink of life and death, yet in ordinary times, you let your feelings rule your actions."
"Maybe because I think that no matter how recklessly I court death, I will not really die? Hehe." As he spoke, Wang Qi actually felt as though a heavy burden had been lifted. "That is an illness. It needs treatment."
"Indeed. You only seek immediate gratification in your actions. So long as it is not a matter of life and death, you toss the word 'caution' beyond the nine heavens."
"Forget it, there is no point talking about this anymore." Wang Qi walked toward the exit of Chuan Gong Hall. "Things will not change just because I have the excuse of 'a momentary impulse.' Even getting drunk and sleeping around means taking responsibility, right?"
Zhen Chanzi did not know whether to laugh or cry. "What kind of analogy is that?"
"Isn't it perfectly fitting? Your head gets hot, you push down several girls, and now you need to find a principal wife who can keep the whole scene under control?"
"The people who created these cultivation methods would cry!"
"But seriously, I have this feeling that I have already grasped the key to solving this problem."
"Oh? What is it?"
Wang Qi slapped