At the highest level of a building with 200 floors, and in the most luxurious room of the entire Demonic City, Fang Xingjian looked down at Demonic City below his feet as it beamed with brilliant lights. All kinds of sword intent continued to seethe in his mind.
Behind him, Tyrant was lazing on the sofa. His eyes seemed to be shut and yet they were not really so. It was as if he was dozing off.
Fang Xingjian threw him a glance and said, "Why have you become lazier and lazier of late? Cultivating one’s martial will is like sailing against the currents. If you don't advance, you'll end up falling further back. If you continue being so lazy, your martial will will probably become increasingly weaker."
Tyrant opened his eyes and said lazily, "I joined you guys to interact with you in seclusion previously, and I have a clear plan for my future path now.
