Hearing this, everyone sighed softly and silently drank the wine in their cups.
Given the current situation, Feng Ran was in the worst state.
They were both geniuses, both geniuses who possessed a Virtual World. Feng Ran's fate inevitably made them feel the sorrow of a rabbit dying and a fox grieving.
"By the way, what is that Bai Ze by your side doing?"
Long Aotian asked. Li Changsheng smacked his lips and said, "Sword Come has joined forces with quite a few families to fight over the Virtual World slots."
"I heard things have gotten pretty heated lately. They nearly came to blows."
After he said that, everyone's gazes turned to Zhang Ling.
Seeing this, Zhang Ling tipped back his head and drained a cup before saying, "No need to look at me. A loss is a loss. There's nothing shameful about admitting it."
"The Virtual World slots were never mine alone. It's perfectly normal for someone else to snatch them away."
Zhang Ling's gaze was calm, utterly devoid of his earlier impatience.
"If you want to take it back, we can try to help you."
Li Changsheng was the first to speak, but Zhang Ling shook his head and refused. "No need. You're mud Bodhisattvas crossing a river yourselves, barely able to save your own skins. I don't want to drag you into this."
"The appearance of the Virtual World has stirred up the entire Cultivation World."
"If this trend continues, I think it may trigger a war."
"A war?"
Faced with Zhang Ling's words, Li Changsheng smiled. "Isn't that a bit alarmist?"
"It isn't alarmist. It's the truth!"
"Looking through the history books, there has never been any period in the Chang Sheng Epoch that maintained peace for long."
"But ever since the Dark Turmoil ended, the