Living Is More Important Than Dying

"Six years." Dugu Bo suddenly spoke, a trace of nostalgia in his eyes.

Dantai Canglan tilted his head slightly, clearly interested in his sentiment.

Dugu Bo murmured, "Back then, he wasn't even a Soul King. And now... only six years."

His tone carried a complicated pride, like watching a little tree he had painstakingly planted grow into a towering giant overnight.

Sure enough!

Going all in was a kind of wisdom.

"Strong." Dugu Bo paused, then added another word. "Terrifying."

Dantai Canglan said nothing, merely nodding slightly.

He had once believed it was nothing more than a young man's momentary arrogance. Now, however, he realized what it truly meant.

From the moment this young man stepped out of Canghai Tower, he had ceased merely cultivating. He had embarked upon a path unlike any before it.

On the city wall, Lu Qinghou's smile gradually faded, and the joy left his face.

Although Canghai City had won, people had still left them.

These people might not have been related by blood, but they had lived together for so long that they had formed bonds.

"What should we do with that Ghost Leopard?"

Huzi froze when he heard Lu Qinghou's voice.

He had known Lu Qinghou for nearly ten years. This man, who had always been so mild-mannered, now...

He wanted to kill.

No one could blame him. Though Canghai City had won the battle, the price had been more than thirty lives.

They had been neighbors. Some had known one another for decades while living in the same alley. Others were friends who exchanged gifts during holidays, or sworn brothers.

They shared no blood ties, but after living together for so many years in this isolated ancient city, their bonds had long surpassed blood.

The fact that Lu Qinghou had not immediately