Chen Cong waved a hand and warned solemnly, "None of you touch him. Touching him will only make his suffering worse."
Hearing this, everyone slowly backed away of their own accord, leaving Chen Xiaojun enough space.
At that moment, Chen Xiaojun remained tightly curled up, his face gradually turning as pale as paper. Both hands covered his eyes as he endured unbearable agony.
Huge beads of sweat rolled down his forehead and soaked his clothes, leaving his entire body drenched.
Chen Jianzun sighed and shook his head. "Sixth has extraordinary talent and remarkable opportunities. Even if we wanted to catch up, we couldn't keep pace with him."
His words carried a trace of helplessness and envy.
Chen Jianjun watched Chen Xiaojun calmly. Hearing this, he smiled faintly. "What does it matter if we can't keep up? Then we simply won't. Life isn't a race. Why force it?"
"We only need to do our best and become the protagonists of our own life stories. That's enough."
As he spoke, he looked into the distance, his gaze deep and resolute.
Chen Jianzun glanced sideways at him before saying, "You've gained quite a profound understanding."
An easygoing expression appeared on Chen Jianjun's face. He waved a hand and smiled. "This isn't my own understanding. It's something Xiaojun once said, and I thought it made a lot of sense."
"Blindly chasing after others is simply too exhausting."
Chen Jianzun nodded, then turned toward Chen Xiaojun. "Sixth is like a mighty wind rising, setting the clouds soaring; you, on the other hand, fortify every step and advance steadily."
"You haven't taken any immortal herbs or spirit medicines yet, much less absorbed a soul bone. Such a serene outlook is wonderful."
Chen Jianjun laughed self-deprecatingly. "A good outlook? You've misunderstood. I'm just stupid, slow-witted, and sluggish