Ling Feng looked at Chen Changsheng before him with growing admiration.
The ruthlessness of raising a hand to search a soul, the caution in everything he did, his grasp of the bigger picture, the decision he made the instant he saw Zu Yuan's corpse.
His talent in matters of the Divine Soul meshed so well with Ling Feng's own.
That was why Chen Changsheng was someone like him, even giving Ling Feng a sense of mutual appreciation.
Ever since reclaiming his body, Ling Feng had looked down on everyone from above.
Yet Chen Changsheng alone forced him to take him seriously, even going so far as to lay out this elaborate scheme.
But it was worth it. Ling Feng believed that one day, Chen Changsheng would stand beside him and become his most capable right-hand man!
The more fervent Ling Feng's gaze became, the more danger Chen Changsheng sensed.
Everything Ling Feng did coincided with his own thinking, but the more that happened, the more dangerous Chen Changsheng felt he was.
How could two people in this world possibly think so much alike?
Unless Ling Feng was targeting him and deliberately catering to him!
Without any expression on his face, Chen Changsheng said calmly, "Senior Brother Ling, we're both disciples of the Azure Cloud Sect. How could we not be on the same path?"
Ling Feng merely shook his head at Chen Changsheng's wariness, then changed the subject. "Junior Brother, did you know that once Azure Cloud Sect disciples enter Soul Departure, they have to leave the mountain to gain experience and seek their own Dao?"
Chen Changsheng nodded. This was an unspoken rule of the Azure Cloud Sect, and indeed of all the major sects.
Once cultivators reached Soul Departure, they could condense a Divine Soul above their three-inch