"Fat Long."
"Hmm."
"You've had it tough these past few months..."
"It's okay."
With an expression hard to read, Fat Long shook his head, "I've always said that only those who don't believe they can become strong feel humiliated by yesterday's kneeling."
"It doesn't matter."
"These setbacks are the trials I must endure on the path to becoming a significant figure, they are the Heavenly Dao's tempering of me."
Chen Qiu nodded complicatedly without saying anything else. He had to admit that Fat Long's mentality was truly admirable. An ordinary person, having transmigrated and gone through a series of shitty events, would probably be mentally disturbed by now, but when he first met Fat Long...
Fat Long was still intent on stealing his pig-head meat to eat.
That was a bit heartless and thoughtless.
"By the way—"
