"So, we need to self-seal our cultivation."
"These peaceful days are really unbearable. Give me a challenge, so I won't be so bored!"
At this point, Sun Lingtong stopped walking, looked at Ning Zhuo, and said seriously, "You can understand, right? You're just like me, after all."
Ning Zhuo raised his eyebrows and exclaimed, "How is that possible?! Such reckless actions are plain stupid."
"Ah, did you just call me stupid, leader?!"
Ning Zhuo quickly waved his hands, "I accidentally spoke the truth, no, leader, leader, listen to my explanation!"
Sun Lingtong leaped up and screeched, "Take this, you little brat!"
Another scene from memory floated up.
Under the moonlight, two boys washed their hands by a small river in the Immortal City.
That was the first time Ning Zhuo took a life.
Blood flowed down the river quickly, then got diluted so much that by the time it reached a stone bridge forty steps away, it was barely noticeable.
