"It's unnecessary."1

"Is it really unnecessary?"0

Inside the stone chamber, one man sat cross-legged on the bed, while the other stood before him with his hands behind his back.0

Ahem Ahem….0

Luo Chen coughed twice, his voice barely audible in the stillness. Wang Yuan's gaze remained fixed on him, unreadable yet deeply contemplative.0

“You once told me,” Luo Chen murmured, “‘A true man knows when to yield and when to stand tall without losing his heroic spirit. But in moments of true decision, one must hold firm to their will, for if it breaks, a bent back will never straighten again.’”0

He exhaled slowly, his tone steady. “I know yesterday’s battle wasn’t absolutely necessary. But I fear that when the real moment comes—the moment that truly defines my path—I’ll hesitate, weighing the risks, calculating the outcomes… and in doing so, I’ll miss my chance and lose my true self.”0

Wang Yuan was taken aback by these solemn words.0

Was Luo Chen hinting at something deeper?0

What exactly had he experienced during Wang Yuan’s absence?0

Before he could dwell on it, Luo Chen forced a faint smile. “Besides,” he continued, “someone had to take that talisman treasure’s strike.”0

"I could have taken it," Wang Yuan said firmly.0

“And you would have been injured,” Luo Chen countered without hesitation. “More than that, you would have risked exposing your blood-path techniques. If a Foundation Establishment cultivator had been watching, what then?”0

Wang Yuan hesitated.0

Luo Chen chuckled, shaking his head. “See? Either way, someone had to take the hit. If it was you, you would have paid a price. If it was me, I would have paid a price. There’s no difference.0

"Besides, I wasn’t just acting on reckless passion."0

Indeed!0

Luo Chen and Wang Yuan had long known about the talisman treasure in the Fu Family’s possession. If they could be listed among Foundation Establishment...0