"Senior Brother Ling, are we just going to charge straight into the Imperial City and question that Empress?" Chen Changsheng asked, somewhat uneasy.
Seated on the Yellow Crane, Ling Feng looked at Chen Changsheng in surprise. "This isn't like you, Junior Brother Chen. You were so decisive when you slew that Devil Race member with a single stroke. Why are you fussing like an old woman now?"
Ling Feng's question made Chen Changsheng begin to question his life. This was the first time anyone had ever called him indecisive, and it left him a little unsure of himself.
Ling Feng looked toward the Imperial City with a strange gleam in his eyes. "We cultivators should follow our nature and face our true hearts. Being so afraid to move your hands or feet does nothing to help you pursue your own Dao."
Chen Changsheng nodded inwardly at Ling Feng's words. As expected of the Sect Master's Personal Disciple, lofty principles rolled right off his tongue. After cutting away his so-called Heart Demon, Senior Brother Ling was the very picture of a perfect senior brother!
Ling Feng paid no attention to Chen Changsheng's musings, instead staring silently toward the Imperial City. He had just joined forces with that man named Xie Xinzhi to put on a show.
Before Chen Changsheng, they had steered everything toward the Imperial City, because there, he had a grand gift to give Chen Changsheng.
Come to think of it, perhaps because that idiot had undergone Possession too many times, Lin Feng's influence over Xie Xinzhi was negligible. Even the dominant mind had always been that mortal named Xie Xinzhi!
A mortal could actually suppress a cultivator's Soul Seizure? How utterly strange.
In fact, had Lin Feng not first occupied Zu Yuan's body and forcibly seized his Innate