Long Chen once more cooked a large slab of meat. After pouring out those emotions, Meng Qi and the others had all become even more intimate, seeming just like real sisters, laughing and talking.

Wilde had already gone off to the side with a small mountain-like pile of meat.

“Long Chen, why don’t you bring everyone into my Mo Gate? Let me say it again: what’s mine is yours. At the very least, you won’t have to worry about safety,” advised Mo Nian.

Although he knew Mo Nian had good intentions, Long Chen shook his head. “Safety is only something temporary. Since we’ve stepped onto the path of cultivation, there is no such thing as safety.

“Once you become strong enough, you’ll end up coming into contact with even stronger people. The struggle never ends.

 “Joining Mo Gate will only give us a temporary moment of peace. But that won’t guarantee us a lifetime of peace. So, if people want to live, they need to have their own powerful strength.

“Strength is everything. I need to get stronger, to make everyone revere my strength, to make everyone afraid of me, to make it so just my name is enough to make people quake in fear.”

A touch of killing intent appeared on Long Chen’s face. He thought of what would have...