Su Changkong listened, somewhat speechless. Indeed, there were some born to be kings, their reigns enduring through generations, unshakable by outsiders, while others were destined to become outlaws, a fate not easily changed!
However, with Hong Zhenxiang's personality, after a brief moment of reflection, he swept away any sign of disheartenment and laughed heartily, "Brother Su, there's no need to worry. When the road ends, a path shall emerge. We martial artists cultivate against the heavens! With the universe yet undecided, who can tell what the future holds?"
"Mm, let's drink some tea." Su Changkong nodded, naturally not worried about such trivial matters. He hadn't even reached the peak of the Twelve Variations, so there was no need for concern for now.
After chatting for a while with Su Changkong, Hong Zhenxiang did not continue to disturb him and stood up to take his leave.
"Innate Martial Artist, to open the Heavenly Pulse..."
