The Warlord took the roasted corn handed over by Lan Liao and passed it to Zhou Yi: "Have one."
"Thank you, Senior."
Zhou Yi took it and took a bite.
But he couldn't taste anything at the moment, as all his attention was on the Warlord's words.
"Don't rush, young man."
The Warlord chuckled, "The more critical the moment, the more you need to keep calm. Aren't you usually very steady? Always progressing steadily, neither anxious nor impatient, so why are you so eager now?"
Zhou Yi said, "The little man in the bottle is related to the whereabouts of the old humans and is connected to the secrets of the Heavenly People and the Seeder. This means a lot to me."
"More haste, less speed."
The Warlord said slowly, "This is a lesson learned at the cost of blood."
"The more you want to go fast, the slower you should go."
He took a roasted corn and chewed slowly.
