"Of course I wish I could kill you! But Lord Taiyin said that for the sake of stepping into Nascent Soul, everything can be abandoned. Besides, Zhang Sen and Mei Gui were just acquaintances at best, I didn't have much feeling for them."
"You really are a cold-blooded person." Chen Nan sneered.
Qiao Que's eyes widened instantly. He grabbed Chen Nan and hoisted him up. "What do you know! Your talent is high, so naturally you don't understand what kind of effort we low-talent cultivators have to put in."
"Even if we give it everything we've got, we're still limited by our aptitude, destined to be stuck at some Realm and die alone. So we will use every possible method to improve our strength—that is our rule for survival!"
After venting, he calmed down a lot. But at this moment he finally realized that the Demon-Subduing Pestle that had been lodged in Chen Nan's chest had disappeared, and even the Ice Chains he had cast with Magic to bind Chen Nan's four limbs had vanished.
"You…"
