The Black Dragon wore a complicated expression. He had never met anyone like Yang Chan.
He was completely unfazed by external influences, yet also cautious to a fault. This was completely different from most Martial Arts Cultivators, who would charge forward with reckless abandon.
Back in his day, Martial Arts Cultivators were bold enough to venture into perilous lands where death was almost certain, all for the slightest chance to advance their Martial Arts Cultivation.
But now, this one was far too cautious.
'I feel like I've been sealed in this tower for too long. I can't adapt to this new era.'
'Compared to my era, where people would fight to the death over the smallest opportunity, Yang Chan's generation is too calm. The lines of profit and loss are drawn too clearly. They care more about their lives than their Cultivation. That spirit of risking everything in a single gamble is gone.'
'If everyone is like Yang Chan, I'll never get the chance to leave this tower.'
