Fatty stared fixedly at Zhe Jun. It wasn't that he didn't believe Zhe Jun's words, but his background was different from Zhe Jun's. Zhe Jun had been an orphan since he was young and had experienced all the cold and indifferent temperatures of the world. He didn't have any sense of belonging to the cloud Sea realm because he had never received any warmth from it.
However, fatty was different. He came from a middle-class clan. Although it was only a middle-class clan, he still had the concept of Cloud Sea realm in his heart. To him, Cloud Sea realm didn't represent a name or a region. It represented their identity and their family.
It was precisely because of this that the fatty was currently struggling in the depths of his heart. In his opinion, the people of the myriad realm battlefield were invading the cloud Sea realm, so they were their enemies.
