To be honest, he liked to maliciously speculate about others.
In order not to let his previous efforts be in vain, in order not to waste being reborn, he would imagine the vast majority of people he came into contact with as having ulterior motives, after all, this is not a game.
In games, you can start over when you die.
In reality, you cannot.
But whenever he thought of his master Ye Chen, and some fellow senior brothers and sisters at Deadman Peak, Wen Jiu could feel a trace of warmth in a foreign land, and it could bring rare peace to his tense heart.
"Unfortunately, the path I've chosen is destined to lead outward. I can't quietly cultivate at Deadman Peak forever."
Wen Jiu couldn't help but sigh.
Perhaps.
That's just how life is.
"All I can do is do my best to help Deadman Peak become better during my time at the Divine Fall Mountain Range."
