It was a long passage, stretching ever deeper underground, with cold, sinister air surging through it from time to time.
"Su Chen, you're already so powerful, yet you still push yourself so hard. Do you have some blood-deep vendetta? Or is there someone important you need to rescue?"
Along the way, Hu Liena seized every opportunity to strike up a conversation with Su Chen, chatting with him and fostering their bond.
Su Chen might not have known it, but ever since he had defeated a girl three years ago-a girl whose brother had pinned his hopes on her winning the academy Friendly Tournament across Spirit Hall's four districts, north, south, east, and west-he had become the person she was determined to defeat.
Three years had passed. The girl had worked incredibly hard and finally achieved something. Yet to her astonishment, she still could not defeat that boy from back then. Instead, over those three years, he had left an indelible mark on her heart.
"Why would you think that?" Su Chen asked with a smile.
"That's how all the stories go. Aside from carrying a blood-deep vendetta or needing to save your parents, I can't think of any reason you'd work so hard when you're already so powerful!" Hu Liena followed closely behind Su Chen, gazing at the young man's back.
"Because we're students of Spirit Hall's Pope. We enjoy wealth and glory that others don't, so we also have a duty to rescue more people from deep waters and raging fire!" Su Chen said solemnly.
A figure surfaced in Su Chen's mind. By now, he had already won at the starting line. But he knew perfectly well that this was not enough-not nearly enough.
Su Chen was currently far stronger than Tang San. Familiar with Douluo's storyline, he knew