After all, Ni Lua only benefited him when he died.
Wang Chen was not going through all this trouble because he was some benevolent saint overseeing the growth of two tragic boys. He moved with purpose. Every action had a reason. Every investment demanded returns.
If Ni Lua's death did not strengthen him, would he have bothered creating the Reincarnating Cycle at all? Would he have used something as precious as Soul Blood to carve the Nether Monarch Soul Array into the very fabric of the Nether Realm?
Soul Blood was not something one spilled casually. Each drop carried origin. Each drop cost years.
Wang Chen was not doing charity.
He needed value.
The faint warmth in his gaze slowly cooled.
A thin frost crept into his eyes.
Still, he did not interfere. He continued watching in silence, allowing fate to flow along its natural course.
