There were many enemies, but Meng Yu couldn't be bothered with them.
Perhaps it was just a misjudgment of his own; Qin Ningxue wasn't being deliberately targeted, but what did it matter?
"Science is the road to slavery, while cultivation is equally a dead end."
"If only one power possesses a gun but never brings it out to use ceaselessly, it either means the gun is out of bullets, or there is a significant hidden danger."
"The poor study the rich, the rich study the prostitutes, the contrarians cultivate immortality, and the immortals turn to demons!"
This was a conversation Meng Yu had with a bigwig from the Blood God Sect, which was both extensive and deep.
The grass was green, the flowers were like brocade, and Meng Yu sat quietly there, watching the remaining seven individuals approach him.
In the distance, various gazes fell upon the two of them.
