Behind Li Qingxian, everyone took a step forward. Each step rang out like chess pieces striking a chessboard, sonorous and forceful.
Opposite Li Qingxian, centipedes were rooted in the heads of several hundred people, swaying gently. Pain covered the faces of these centipede puppets, their eyes full of pleading, yet they involuntarily assumed defensive stances.
Zhang Wentian sighed. "Well said. Truly well said. When I was young, had I heard words like yours, perhaps I too would have followed you at the cost of my life. But alas, I am old now. My blood went cold long ago."
"You're already old, so why seek revenge? Your blood is cold, so why still eat Ginseng Fruit? Every time you say something like that, you prove that you are not old, nor has your blood gone cold. You are simply afraid. You have been afraid from childhood to adulthood," Li Qingxian said.
Zhang Wentian shook his head. "You are still young. You do not understand. You only know how to wag that clever tongue and bare those sharp teeth. Still, deep down, I rather envy you."
Li Qingxian smiled faintly. "That is right. I am still young. Those of us who study Fate Arts will remain young, because we will keep learning, always learning. Every time we encounter something new, we become young once more. Every time we learn new knowledge, we feel the joy of a child. Our bodies may grow old, but our hearts will always beat, and our blood will always surge. When we were children, we feared no one. Now and in the future, we will fear no one either. But you fear us, because you know perfectly well that you are not old. You are not even rich in experience. You are merely growing more and more