As Fang Qianyuan spoke, he carefully reflected on his several encounters with Wei Huan.
For him, these had been rare opportunities to fight a truly powerful opponent since advancing to Earth Rank.
When he first met Wei Huan, he had only been a newly risen expert with a modest reputation, not yet an established luminary. Yet he had already been able to hold his own against him, earning recognition and spreading his name across the world.
Their next encounter had been before the two armies. By then, he had taken command of the Allied Army, entrusted with the hopes of the Southern Wilds' sects and aristocratic clans, with countless people looking to him.
His strength had improved since their first encounter, and he had even created "Black Moon," a world-shaking killing move that touched the threshold of the Heavenly Tier. But an attack on his camp had tied his hands. Even after striking and injuring Wei Huan, he had been forced to hurry back to reinforce the others and support their efforts.
Then, in Shangyang City, he had held his position without venturing out, busy dealing with the Warriors...
Fang Qianyuan had begun to feel the institutional power of the sects and aristocratic clans, gradually understanding the troubles brought by worldly ties.
How many heroes, mighty figures, and peerless experts had gradually sunk into this boundless turmoil, ultimately becoming mediocre?
"That's right. If I didn't act as I pleased, but instead followed the prescribed steps and advanced steadily, gradually cultivating followers, befriending retainers, and nurturing trusted aides, sooner or later I could become a veteran expert like you, or even a titan who ruled over an entire region!"
"I would wield supreme power within my sect, and my might would shake the world..."
"But wouldn't that be far too boring?"