"I understand." Li Xianfeng gradually came back to his senses, his heart cold as frost.
But no matter what, even if Old Zhang had passed away, the Sun would still rise in the east and set in the west. The world worked with just such cruelty.
"There's another very important matter. The Honggang Civilization's trading ship will be arriving soon." Wang Fumin swallowed and sighed quietly. "Our supernatural foundations are still far behind those of the Honggang Civilization. We're at a disadvantage in trade."
"So I can only conceal Old Zhang's situation. We still have to borrow his influence as a Transcendent. Any concessions we can get will help."
Guilt appeared on Wang Fumin's face. "What a sin... This feels like helping ourselves to the estate of someone who left no heirs."
"He may have died in indescribable agony. The suffering caused by Unreality Disorder is hard to imagine, and there's even less we can do to help."
"Yet here I am, borrowing his influence..."
The atmosphere in the room grew cold and still. The world outside the window remained bustling, but there were some things that robbed people of their happiness once they learned of them.
"He probably wouldn't mind." Li Xianfeng smiled bitterly. "Just go ahead with the trade without worrying."
"Besides, even in the Demon God's Sea, you're no weakling. Don't belittle yourself!"
"I'm not belittling myself. I just feel a little ashamed. There are so many things I should have done properly but didn't. After all these years, our world seems not to have changed at all."
"That's not true. You can't see the true face of Mount Lu because you're standing on the mountain itself. In fact, the whole world has changed considerably. Besides, no human effort can reverse the tide of the times. One