"Thank you senior brother, I won't forget your words," Qingyi said.
Juechen's words came as no surprise to him.
There were always people wanting what was his, the curse of being too 'talented'.
Luckily, he had ways of defending himself.
Many commoners without powerful sponsors died long before they could blossom because they showed more than they should have and aroused the greed of those who should have been their brothers and protectors.
It was a truly pitiful world.
The rest of the journey was conducted in silence.
The Ice Flower City was no more than fifty kilometers from the village, so it didn't take them long.
Soon they saw high gray stone walls, their snow-covered towers guarded by experts from the Foundation Realm and Golden Core Realm.
"Who goes there?" One of the guards asked.
His high-quality armor and the symbol of a dragon on his chest revealed that he belonged to some noble house, probably a military officer.
