In the Dragon Transformation Hall, the Cultivators were all training diligently. The whole affair with Wang Meng had long been forgotten. Life and death were far too common, and besides, they felt that precious resources shouldn't be wasted on trash. The resources saved could be used for them instead.
Ever since Wang Meng left, an air of cold indifference permeated Mingren's calm. It wasn't hatred or anything of the sort, but rather an apathy toward the world.
'Wang Meng… Our relationship was special. He was… a very special enemy, a rival.'
'Mingren had always held high hopes for Wang Meng. He hoped that one day, he and Wang Meng would ascend to a grand stage together, a place where all would look up to them. At that time, he would have a spectacular battle with Wang Meng. In Mingren's cold and detached life, that was the only passion he desired.'
Those who seem to love smiling are often the calmest on the inside.
'It was just a bit of a shame that Wang Meng had fallen behind.'
