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"When the world is in peril, how can we, as cultivators, stand idly by? This isn't about cultivation level, it's about our spirit!"
Li Ya said without turning his head, his tone firm and resonant, making Zhang Buku feel somewhat ashamed.
*In terms of consciousness, he indeed wasn't as enlightened as Brother Li.*
"Of course, if there's an opportunity, even better. Let's give it a try. With more people, it's easier to blend in, and at least we won't easily become targets," Li Ya continued, changing the tone of his speech.
The corners of Zhang Buku's mouth twitched, but he did not refute.
He twisted his arm and said, "Brother Li, my old injury seems to be acting up."
"Hold it in, is your injury more serious than mine? A real man, even in death, it's just the size of a bowl scar, what's there to be afraid of? If you fear, you'll lose for a lifetime!"
