In a private room, Jiang Tingyun and Luo Yunxi sat side by side.
"You really nearly got me killed."
After a week in confinement, Luo Yunxi had been craving the city's fine wine and food beyond measure. Tilting back his head, he drained the wine before him in one gulp, then stuffed mouthful after mouthful of demon beast meat rolls, fragrant with a peculiar meaty aroma, into his mouth. He did not even chew, simply swallowing them whole.
"Take it easy, Brother Luo."
Jiang Tingyun still wore that unruly, defiant look. Watching Luo Yunxi wolf down food, he said with an amused smile, "You can't even endure this little hardship? The hardships you'll have to bear when the time comes to resist will be far greater than this. Can you handle them?"
Luo Yunxi swallowed another mouthful of wine and meat and rolled his eyes at him.
"I worked my ass off enduring a week of confinement. Wasn't it all so I could get out? If effort isn't meant to bring rewards, then what meaning does effort have?"
At that, he laughed with heavy sarcasm.
"Don't tell me we're supposed to be like those shameless bastards in the main sect—opening their mouths to say that contributing to the sect is the greatest honor, then closing them to say we shouldn't keep thinking about benefits, that once the sect prospers, it won't forget us."
"What, are you planning to walk the Great Dao of hardship too?"
Jiang Tingyun burst into hearty laughter at Luo Yunxi's words.
"Hahaha, Brother Luo is right. We give in order to gain—this is a law laid down by the heavens. Isn't it because we crave the benefits we gain that we were willing to gamble with our lives to break away from those vampires in the