Ling Feng stood on Little Fei's back, traversing through the clouds silently all the way.
Little Fei sneaked a glance at Ling Feng, noticing the master's silence throughout the journey, so dared not speak up.
After a long while, Ling Feng spoke softly, "Little Fei, do you think I did something wrong?"
Little Fei was initially taken aback, then quickly said, "Master, what are you talking about? How could you be wrong?"
"When the old Taoist attacked Chao Yun, I actually could react, but at that moment I hesitated, watching as the young Taoist had his heart extracted,"
"In the end, I saved him insincerely, yet couldn't save his life. Isn't that particularly hypocritical of me? Clearly, I could have prevented the tragedy from happening right from the start, but I did nothing."
Ling Feng's voice trembled slightly, and Little Fei remained silent for a long time.
