"Extreme order only leads consciousness to senility; only through variability can hope arise," Zhang Rongfang suddenly said.
"I don't understand," the Celestial Maiden seemed puzzled.
"It's alright. You just need to understand." Zhang Rongfang smiled, a faint wisp of black air subtly swirling deep in his eyes.
"The ultimate terror between life and death can bloom the most pure and resilient flower."
Beep beep beep beep!
At this moment, the intuition alert on his status bar emitted shrill warnings, constantly cautioning him to stop such dangerous thoughts.
But for the first time ever, Zhang Rongfang completely disregarded the status bar's reminders.
He had already understood how to tread his path ahead.
The future of his way, where it truly lay.
The status bar should not be a restrictive cage, an iron net dictating him, but merely a tool to aid him.
With those final spoken words.
