Long Fei patted Lin Yingying on the head and whispered reassurances, "It's nothing, just a few pesky bugs that can't jump very high. I guarantee they won't delay our wedding night."
"Oh, shut up!"
Lin Yingying pinched him and leaned against him with a flushed face.
She sighed and said, "The taller the tree, the more susceptible it is to wind. You are now like the tree that stands tallest in the wind, and trouble will surely follow. Do we really have to face them one by one?"
Long Fei said, "The path of cultivation is about rising against the heavens. It's filled with constant slaughter and brambles. Only those with the resolve to push forward fearlessly, willing to face any challenge, can reach the end. Once you choose to run away, your resolve will be marred, and you'll never be able to break through to new heights. Better to die than to run away from a fight."
