章節 682: Matters of Death

This inexplicable world operated by its own rule: rigid, monotonous, repetitive. Perhaps there might be the occasional unexpected circumstance, but if one looked deeper, it would still be a reproduction of those same old events. There was never anything new, whether it was under the sun or the stars. Plots and betrayals gave off nothing but the nauseating scent of decay.

Those youths who still looked upon this world with anticipation and hope, who still bravely stood under the sun and confronted the starlight, who looked up to virtue and morality in the stars, could never develop any good impressions of this sort of world. An example of this sort of person was Tang Thirty-Six. However, in the eyes of that noiselessly laughing second master of the Wenshui Tang clan, in the eyes of those elders of the Tianhai clan, in the eyes of Zhou Tong, the ways these youths thought were always so childish and laughable.