"Passion?"
Chen Qiu couldn't help but laugh: "Yes, passion."
"I'll go with you."
"Let's talk about it later. You have a family now; if anything were to happen to you, life would be hard for your wife and child."
"What are you talking about?" Fat Long pursed his lips: "Even if I died, that kid's mother is the Heavenly Dao; no one on Emperor Qiu Continent would dare to provoke him. Sometimes, I'm even a bit envious of that kid; his starting point is higher than ninety-nine percent of people's endpoints."
"But Brother Qiu, there's something I still need to say again: if possible, you should try to marry and leave a descendant."
"Haven't you seen those old guys of Chao Tian Sect? The way they've been looking at me these years is strange, as if Black Sheep is going to inherit Chao Tian Sect, making me feel like I'm coming to have a son to seize power..."
Chen Qiu chuckled lightly, not responding. Instead, he stretched lazily, waved his hand, and turned to walk away.
