"It's Wang Meng. It's that kid. Forget Suo Ming and Zhou Qian—I feel like I've been infected by him, too. I'm supposed to be the First Elder of Pill Cultivators, and yet I've become their follower."
Zhou Feng couldn't help but give a wry smile. He just enjoyed being with Wang Meng and his friends. At first, he thought it was just because they got along well, but now he saw that he had been infected by their passion and selflessness.
Striving and fighting for one's goals, for power, for glory—there's nothing wrong with that. But these people were fighting for Thunderlight Hall, for the glory of the entire Sub-Hall, not for personal fame.
Selflessness begets strength!
That's why they dared to make sacrifices.
Zhou Luodan nodded. "Cultivation geniuses are bound to appear every few decades, but someone like Wang Meng... we'd be lucky to see one in several hundred years."
