The Cyan Flood Dragon heard the words and laughed, her eyes seductive: "Precisely because it is poisoned wine, this wine is the most delicious and fragrant in the world. After all, in this world, what pleasure can compare to harming one's own body? Do you think I'm right, young sir..."
"There's some truth to that."
Ye Qingzhou nodded: "The higher one's intelligence, the easier it is to birth self-destructive thoughts, in pursuit of that forbidden pleasure. In a sense, practicing martial arts is also a kind of 'harm' to the body, but this 'harm' allows us to hone our physique and will, thus reaching higher peaks."
"But isn't living like this painful?"
Cyan Flood Dragon Yingyue held a wine cup carved from jade, her lips gently smiling, drinking and sipping alone: "Life is short, shouldn't we seek pleasure while we can?"
"You're not me, so how do you know I'm not happy?"
Zheng~
Flying Frost responded by drawing, the Divine Speed Sword, swift as a flowing light.
Ding~
