After seeing the old men off, Wang Muzhi returned to the small building.
He was the most promising rising star among the younger generation of the Langya Wang Clan, the one most likely to break into the Void-Treading Realm.
Whenever he thought of that title, Wang Muzhi wanted to laugh.
Even if he truly reached the Void-Treading Realm, so what? Would he not still become a tool for those old things to scheme and crush one another with?
Which of the clan's Void-Treading ancestors had not once been a peerless genius? Yet they had all been dragged down by these people, unable to achieve anything in their entire lives, left with no choice but to exhaust every means to preserve their lifespan.
He truly envied that Su Che. All the old ghosts in his family had died cleanly away, letting him travel light and seize the Dingding Pivot while still so young.
Wang Muzhi asked himself: if their places were exchanged, he would never return to the Central Land as Su Che had.
Wouldn't it be far better to cultivate properly within the Yellow Heaven Sect?
The mortal world truly was a vast Sea of Bitterness.
"I'll help you kill all those old things."
At some unknown time, a white cat had appeared in the little room. It lazily licked its fur, though its pair of blood-red eyes looked exceedingly demonic.
"Don't. They account for thirty percent of my family's Reverted Elixirs. Kill them all, and there'll be no Langya Wang Clan left."
Wang Muzhi looked at the cat.
"Are you done with your business?"
"Of course."
The cat licked its paw. "If you do not wish to cultivate the mysteries, why not revere my master and cultivate the Great Dao of Primordial Unity and Saint Annihilation with me?"
"Refine