Zhang Guiren sighed lightly as his gaze seemed to wander elsewhere.
"Maybe we should start acting a little selfishly, otherwise.." on reaching here he paused his thoughts slightly as a melancholic gaze fell on Zhang Su before it inadvertently fell on the other clan members. In his sight, their faces kept changing as they overlapped with the faces of other Zhang Clan members he had seen die over the years from the moment he was a youth just like them, fresh on the battlefield, to now when he was an aged senior of the clan.
He let out another exasperated sigh as a number flashed in his mind. It was one of the few things he never liked about his growing cultivation realm. Cultivators had superior memories which only became more absurd the further up the realms they moved.