"We just let it go, Brother Fan? Spirit Monsters like that aren't common." Liu Xingyu said with some disappointment.
"Cultivation is hard for such beings. There's no need to create needless killing karma." Zhang Fan stepped forward and continued onward.
"But..."
"If you sow the seeds of orchid, you'll reap fine cotton..."
Before Liu Xingyu could finish, Zhang Fan cut him off.
"If you become its tribulation, who's to say you won't draw down tribulations upon yourself?"
Zhang Fan didn't even glance back as he stepped into the boundless white mist.
Liu Xingyu was taken aback, savoring Zhang Fan's words, watching his distant figure with deep thought in his eyes.
He simply felt that Zhang Fan had become even more unfathomable these days, his realm seemed to be rising at every moment, and this cultivation had nothing to do with magical power or Divine Techniques.
