Belonging was a very vague definition.
Perhaps it had a special meaning for those who lacked a sense of security.
Wang Baole had never lacked a sense of security. From the moment he stepped into cultivation, his heart had been filled with joy. However, as he walked on this path, as he gained an understanding of the truth of the world, as his cultivation increased.., as he gained an understanding of his own origins, he gradually... became unhappy.
This was especially so for his senior brother. The changes he had experienced made Wang Baole’s heart feel complicated and heavy.
He didn’t like his senior brother the way he was now. There was warmth in his eyes from time to time, but Wang Baole could still feel the coldness that came from his soul.
The Heavenly Dao was heartless.
Wang Baole had heard these words before, and they were now proven true.