"The world is in distress, how can we cultivators sit idly by? This has nothing to do with cultivation level, it's about spirit!"
Li Ya said without turning his head, his tone resolute and powerful, causing Zhang Buku to feel somewhat ashamed.
In terms of awareness, he was indeed not as good as Brother Li.
"Of course, if we get an opportunity, that's even better. Let's try it. The more people there are, the easier it is to blend in, at least we won't be easy targets." Li Ya shifted his tone and continued.
Zhang Buku twitched his mouth but did not refute.
He twisted his arm and said, "Brother Li, it seems my old injury is acting up."
"Hold it in. Is your injury more serious than mine? As men, even if we die, it's just a scar as big as a bowl. What are you afraid of? If you're scared, you'll lose for a lifetime!"
Li Ya snorted, his gaze penetrating the gaps in the leaves, looking at the rolling demonic clouds in the sky, his thoughts drifting.
