By the time Ouyang and the others returned from the Sword Sect, Ling Feng and Chen Changsheng had already ridden a crane down the mountain and were flying toward the Tang State.
Over several days of flight and conversation, Chen Changsheng felt increasingly that he and Ling Feng, who had severed his Heart Demon, were kindred spirits.
Although Ling Feng's ideas were extremely radical, he had to admit they suited his tastes perfectly.
"The affairs of the world should be a shared endeavor for all beneath heaven!"
"Cultivators should possess a heart that seeks the Dao, ready to prop up a collapsing edifice and turn back the raging tide even in the direst straits!"
"The Heavenly Dao is utterly just, and the Great Dao is selfless. Cultivators should naturally take responsibility for the world!"
Such high-sounding words poured endlessly from Ling Feng's mouth, sending waves of excitement surging through Chen Changsheng's heart.
Yes, that's it. That's exactly right. There should be a sucker like this standing at the very front. Only then can the world remain stable.
I, Chen Changsheng, have a very small heart. I only want to protect everyone on Little Mountain Peak, so the more suckers like this, the better!
With these thoughts in mind, Chen Changsheng looked at the eloquent Ling Feng with growing admiration.
Someone like this should be pushed into the spotlight, draw the eyes of the masses, and become the focus of this world!
As for me, I just need to hide in a corner and protect what I want to protect.
Ling Feng gave Chen Changsheng another round of brainwashing, talking until his mouth and throat grew dry. What puzzled him was that, although the approval in Chen Changsheng's eyes was becoming increasingly obvious,
there was none of the fervor of someone