Ordinary people lived this way, and low-ranking Spirit Tamers likewise lived amid deep waters and scorching flames.
The many guards of the Baili Household last time, for instance, along with the rogue cultivators they had hired, had been equally powerless to resist a villain like Han Tianzuo.
When a true crisis struck, they had no more control over their own destinies than mortals did.
The same held true for ordinary warriors, Outer Court disciples, and even ordinary inner disciples: none could control their own destinies.
They were indeed all Spirit Tamers, and all had the opportunity to pursue cultivation and the Dao, to train and advance. Yet, viewed over an ordinary Spirit Tamer's lifetime, more than a decade of bitter cultivation, endless toil, and the tempering away of their youth ultimately amounted to cultivation between the Seventh and Ninth Transformations.
But Fang Qianyuan also knew that expecting everyone to soar like a dragon, fulfill their wishes, and live in perfect harmony was unrealistic.
In the end, this world would still distinguish between the strong and the weak, between immortals and mortals.
With these thoughts in mind, the two arrived at another nameless little valley within the Yinshan Kingdom.
They had gone to investigate the last known camp, and now that they had finished, they stopped for a brief rest.
Once they stopped, Gushe Qingyao looked at Fang Qianyuan, who had sat cross-legged on a rock and begun meditating. A barely perceptible trace of puzzlement appeared in her eyes.
"Young Master Fang, something seems to have been troubling you these past few days?"
She was exceptionally perceptive. She had seen that Fang Qianyuan's investigations and rescue of captives were merely incidental deeds, things he did along the way as circumstances called for them.
Fang Qianyuan should now have reached the point