Staring at Chen Qingzi, Wang Baole fell silent.
Everyone had their own dao, and no one else had the right or right to stop them. Whether it was seeking dao or martyrdom, for cultivators, especially those at their level.., this... was the pursuit and goal of life.
In the end, they had to take this step. They had to take a look at the starry sky outside, to see the real world, to experience what they had cultivated for so many years, to know... What Dao they were seeking!
Wang Baole had mixed feelings about this. However, in the end, all he could say was a sigh.
“Junior brother, can you call me senior brother again?”Chen Qingzi could see the ripples in Wang Baole’s heart. He smiled gently. He knew that the outcome of his walk out this time was unknown, perhaps... he might die and his dao might disappear.
He was not afraid of this, nor did he regret it. The only regret was that it had been a long time since he had heard the name that made him feel warm and meaningful.
