In the Capital, there's been a popular term lately.
It's called the sunk cost fallacy.
He felt these words made a lot of sense, thinking back on how he ended up on this irreversible path.
The Sect Master of the Caotian Sect heaved a long sigh, his gaze becoming distant as his thoughts drifted toward the horizon.
Being a Sect Master was too exhausting; he somewhat missed the joyous times when he had just joined the sect as an outer disciple.
...
Meanwhile, not far from Fufeng City in the Wen Tian Fang Market.
Under a dead tree by the side of a cliff thousands of feet high.
An old man with white hair was casually picking up a white piece and placing it on the chessboard as he chuckled, "The 'strife under heaven' is about to arrive, His Majesty seems rather anxious, as if a mere invasion by the Demon Race is enough for him to dispatch both of us at once."
"It's apparent that His Majesty is indeed in a hurry, almost as if he's afraid something will go awry."
"Enough,"
