Li Huowang sat on a stone stool by the door, his bangs covering his injured eye. With furrowed brows, he stared at the dense forest in the distance. His one good eye was unfocused; clearly, he was deep in thought.
As for what exactly he was thinking about, only he himself knew.
"Here." A can of Canned Cola was handed to Li Huowang. He caught it and discovered, somewhat unexpectedly, that it was chilled.
"Where'd you buy this?" After popping it open and taking a big gulp, Li Huowang handed it back to Yang Na.
"At the little shop. Bet you didn't know there was even a little shop out here in the countryside. It looks shabby, but it has all sorts of odds and ends." Yang Na held the can in both hands and took a smug little sip.
She tilted her head slightly toward the grim-faced Li Huowang and comforted him softly. "Don't worry. We can win. After all, we're all Sīmìng who command the Heavenly Dao now."
"Last time, Fu Sheng Tian's Sīmìng sent out so many people, yet they still suffered losses at our hands. That proves they probably aren't our match."
"We're not at that much of a disadvantage. So many of their Sīmìng died, while hardly any of ours did. Who wins and who loses is still anyone's guess."
Ever since accepting Li Huowang's worldview, Yang Na had shown no more signs of depression. Her mental state seemed far more relaxed, and she was happy every day.
Though Yang Na was comforting him, his mood did not improve much, especially when Li Huowang recalled Qing Wanglai's words before he left.
When it came to Sitting Forgetting Dao's words, he could not wholly believe them, nor could he wholly disbelieve them. Those words likely mixed