"The key now lies in the Illusory Silkworm, we must at least give it a try."
Feng Yin appeared even more composed than they were, "Before achieving our goal, any method must be attempted."
His foundation was still shallow, and he had not yet experienced the kind of 'pride' that had seeped into the bones and souls of the Cat Emperor and Peng Wanli.
It was a 'pride' exclusive to those above the clouds.
It was a 'pride' that could only be cultivated—or rather, subtly influenced—through the loneliness and invincibility of countless eternal years!
Worldly glory, wealth and luxury, even life and death, were all insignificant in the face of this pride.
This pride was indeed the greatest confidence they had in ascending the Great Dao.
Just like Peng Wanli never sought out Feng Yin for healing.
