Upon hearing these words, Jiang Ning slowly revealed a faint smile, his eyes bright.
"So it turns out that the reason I am cursed is for such a cause! Wishful thinking to make some cowardly fellows bow their heads in submission, a dream of fools!"
In response, the black-robed venerable still held his hands behind his back, slowly shaking his head.
"Utter folly! What does temporary honor or disgrace matter? The so-called pride; once your five organs' Essence Qi dissipates and your body ages, you'll find nothing is more meaningful than simply being alive. Once dead, no matter your mastery over creation or unparalleled elegance, you are nothing but bones in a grave. Whereas living, everything is possible!"
"Is this your philosophy?" Jiang Ning stepped forward slowly, his aura beginning to rise gradually.
Strands of scarlet flames rose within his pupils.
The snow beneath his feet melted rapidly.
