Yang Chen nodded. He still knew a thing or two about this.
From the very beginning, he had heard Yu Long talk about it. It was clear that Yu Long had strong opinions about this assignment as well. He felt that those assigned here ought to be cultivators of weak strength and little future prospects. For Yu Long to be sent here to work truly made no sense.
At this point, Chai Tao gave a self-mocking laugh. "Take me, for instance. After cultivating for so many years, I'm still stuck at the Golden Venerate Stage, unable to advance another step. There's almost no chance of going any further. That's why I was placed here to do this kind of grueling work. Everyone else is the same. To put it bluntly, we've all given up on ourselves. We no longer hold out any hope for ourselves."
"Given up on yourselves?" Yang Chen murmured.
"That's right, given up on ourselves. And precisely because we've given up on ourselves, people like us hold deep prejudices against those talented cultivators. Perhaps we feel that Heaven is unfair. Why do others receive such good treatment within the Profound Dao Sect, while we can only be dispatched to this border region?" Chai Tao said.
Hearing this, Yang Chen more or less understood.
So that was it. No wonder these people had no favorable impression of him. This was the reason.
With that said, he understood. The question of fairness was rather interesting. Indeed, there was no such thing as fairness in this world, but everything had to be fought for oneself. These people were dissatisfied with their circumstances, yet instead of looking for the reasons within themselves, they blamed Heaven and resented others, venting their frustrations on everyone else. They could only remain patrol soldiers for