Morning.
Chen Changsheng, who had slept dreamlessly through the night, stretched and walked out of his room.
He casually plucked a fresh Spiritual Fruit from a tree, its fragrant juice bursting across his tongue.
"This method of picking and eating on the spot is pretty good. Looks like I'll have to get myself an orchard someday."
After muttering a few words to himself, Chen Changsheng leisurely made his way to the pavilion.
Looking at Xing Piaopiao, who was still kneeling on the ground, Chen Changsheng said blandly, "If you've thought it through, get up."
"There's no point in kneeling forever. Sometimes, even if you kneel until your legs break, what you can't understand still won't become clear."
Hearing this, Xing Piaopiao looked up at Chen Changsheng. "Young Master, may I ask a question?"
"You may!"
"Why can't people like us possess our own fate? Were we born to die?"
Hearing that, Chen Changsheng crouched down. "In the Cultivation World, weakness itself is the original sin."
"Especially in this world—if there are things we refuse to give you, then you will never be qualified to take them."
"Not even allowed to think about them?"
"That's right. You're not even allowed to think about them!"
As she looked into Chen Changsheng's cold, ruthless eyes, Xing Piaopiao's heart gradually turned cold as well.
"Young Master, if you leave people like us without even a shred of hope, do you think we'll risk our lives for you?"
"Hahaha!"
Faced with Xing Piaopiao's coldness, Chen Changsheng laughed happily.
"Girl, with an attitude like yours, you'll never find a way out."
"Hope isn't something others give you. It's something you fight your way into existence for."
"Young Master, stop making fun of me."
"The current situation cannot be changed in a day or two. Even if