Upon hearing Shen Xu's words, Zhang Chen gently smiled: "Second Uncle, your words are incorrect. To live in this world, one must constantly strive. Strive for status, money, resources for cultivation; if you want to climb higher, how can you not strive?"
"I don't know when that relic can be recovered. If it's thirty years, fifty years later, what use is it to me? I'm a practical person; compared to an elusive future, it's better to directly seize all the resources I can see." Saying this, Zhang Chen looked at Shen Xu: "I don't know what relic my mother left behind, but it must be incredibly precious. Otherwise, why would so many members of the Shen Family be so fixated on it? Trading that relic for a spot in the Inner Academy, that's a fair deal for the Shen Family, isn't it?"
Shen Xu was speechless, his eyes staring at Zhang Chen, realizing now how difficult this youngster was.
