"And another thing..."
Qin Feng's gaze swept over his three closest friends. His expression grew serious as he said, word by word, "That's all just empty fame."
At this, his voice took on an unprecedented tone of gravity and warning. This was a lesson written in blood, one he had distilled from Zhou Xiong's "ideological education" and his own nearly twenty years of confronting chaos head-on.
"In this cruel Cosmos, the gaze of the Evil Gods is everywhere. Battle, honor, hope, life—even the easily overlooked pleasures of our daily cultivation—can all attract their prying eyes. They can become the hooks They use to lure you, step by step, into the embrace of chaos."
Qin Feng's eyes sharpened.
"You all must be careful from now on!
