Qiyue saw it; she'll probably be worried. This thought surfaced in Meng Chuan's mind, but the pain from the baneful aura drilling into his entire body made him unable to divert his attention.
He couldn't help but let out a low grunt. He bit the towel in his mouth tightly as he endured the pain.
Compared to death and despair, what's this bit of pain worth? Come on, come on.
This will only make me stronger! Many scenes flashed through Meng Chuan's mind. They were scenes that were in "Facing the Morning Sun." Those despairing scenes—as well as the scenes of people fighting desperately—empowered his determination. In the face of such a cruel war, how could the pain from cultivating compare? If he couldn't even withstand it, his oath to slay all demons in the world would be nothing but empty words.