That time, they had been on a mission to track down demonic members of an evil cult.
Before leaving Tangshe Town, Zhang Linchuan had remarked on it very casually.
Of course, he later learned that Zhang Linchuan himself had been one of the leader-level figures among those very evil cultists they had been pursuing.
That trip to Tangshe Town thus took on much more of a probing, scrutinizing meaning. At the time, Zhang Linchuan's cold persona had hidden beneath the mask of "Senior Brother Zhang Linchuan," watching him with icy eyes.
Watching how he raged, how he went mad, how he fought desperately.
Clearing away hidden dangers for the White Bone Sect's final operation—and possibly crushing him to death at any time, should the opportunity arise.
Thinking back on those scenes now was enough to send a chill down one's spine.
But at that very moment, when he heard Zhang Linchuan's remark, he had truly fallen silent.
Back then, he had thought: A talent like Senior Brother Zhang, born into such favorable circumstances and blessed with such gifts, was still so anxious about the future, so uneasy, so urgent... What reason did Jiang Wang have to slack off?
That one sentence, that feeling in that moment, had for a long time driven him to work harder.
Looking back now, that offhand remark had indeed reflected Zhang Linchuan's state of mind.
He truly was someone possessed of such urgency. That was why he later snatched food from a tiger's jaws and contended against the gods. That was why, in only a few short years, the Life-less Cult had spread with such mad momentum.
While developing the Life-less Cult, he had also replaced Lei Zhangan. Who knew how many escape routes like this he had laid out for himself?
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