Han Zheng found it difficult to evaluate Shen Conghai.
He was truly foolish, yet also quite pitiable.
Living in the shadow of his elder brother since childhood, if he acquiesced to being a waste and flaunted his brother's achievements, that might have been fine.
But he was a man whose ambition reached the heavens yet his fate was thinner than paper, always trying to compare himself to his brother, inviting his own disgrace.
Every compliment towards his brother felt like a thorn in his heart.
Over the years, Shen Conghai's fragile heart had almost become a cactus.
Pitiable as he was, his foolish belief that the Smell Fragrance Sect could transform him was simply ignorance of martial arts conventions.
Even someone of Yuan Longshan's caliber, a high-level expert, had to scheme intricately for the Heavenly Demon Pill Method capable of rebirth.
