"I've always been straightforward." Qin Qianbai nodded, "Even if I'm covered in wounds, I don't want to lose. Even if every bone in my body is broken, I don't want to lose. That's just my nature."
"Is winning and losing so important?"
Qin Qianbai's answer greatly surprised him.
"Winning and losing are not important at all." Qin Qianbai said, "Whether winning or losing, mere fighting brings no value and therefore has no corresponding meaning. Only in very rare situations does the winner gain advancement in martial arts. But more often, what the winner gains is satisfaction, reputation, applause... those are all illusory things."
Gongsun Ce scratched his head and sighed: "Even so?"
"Even so, I want to win."
What he saw was an expression completely different from four years ago. Carrying the illusion of a mirage, containing iron-like stubbornness, yet as bright as the sunlight of spring.
