"I can make you tell me straight away. Why then, should I work with you?"
Zhou Xuanji looked at Ren Niming with a slanted look and smiled. His tone was relaxed without any murderous intent.
Ren Niming was not anxious either. He shook his head with laughter and said, "You have your own principles. I have no ill-intention against you, so you won't attack me. Or else, how are you different from those pitiful cultivators who died in the great tribulation?"
The principle was sometimes laughable.
Or it could even be described as pitiable.
But principles could help to maintain one's determined heart and edify one's Dao.
Zhou Xuanji got up slowly and said, "A smart-alec dies easily."
He disliked those who try to be mysterious and scheming.
As though he was one of their chess pieces.
It's alright if it were the Heavenly Saints. At least they were powerful enough.
But could Ren Niming be a Heavenly Saint?
