What does the Demon Hunting Squad repeatedly risk their lives for? Isn't it just for that faint hope that even they themselves know is so remote?
"In the blink of an eye, I am now a Core Formation Cultivator sitting on a high platform."
Scenes flashed through his mind, and finally Lin Chang'an's gaze swept over the disciples competing below, then slowly looked toward the picturesque entrance of the Sect.
Back then, he didn't even have the qualification to join a Sect and was turned away at the door.
And outside the gates, how many cultivators struggle bitterly all their lives, only to endure life numbly in the end?
Didn't they once have grand ambitions as well?
"Time flies so fast."
Recalling scene after scene, Lin Chang'an couldn't help but sigh softly, as this time seems so fleeting.
