"Will she succeed?"
"God knows. But right now, it seems 'Heaven' really is on her side. At the very least, things should go smoothly in the early stages."
Watching the girl set off alone aboard the small boat, Lu PingAn, standing on the deck, could not help but sigh.
In a sense, she was his first disciple. He had truly taught her quite a lot, though that was mainly because the girl was capable of learning and willing to learn.
Even so, Lu PingAn still did not think highly of her chances. In fact, the harder she tried, the more tragic her end would likely be.
"Challenging an entire world, that really is..."
"Heh, wasn't this what you forced her into?"
"Indeed."
Lu PingAn shrugged, and the faint reluctance in his heart vanished like smoke.
He never denied his own emotions. It was simply that, most of the time, his overly rational way of thinking made even Chris, the person closest to him, feel that he was too cold.
For a Long-Hand Tribe "slave" like Lu'er, either she never opened her eyes, or, once she did and decided to do something, her fate was bound to be nine deaths and one chance at survival.
Lu PingAn's emotions found it regrettable, but his reason told him that giving the desperate a means and weapons to resist was an act of "good."
Still, he had long prepared himself to be hated. In his view, many people in this world were not so rational.
When they fell into confusion and despair, their teeth would turn on the person nearest to them.
Those who lit a guiding lamp in the darkness often received not gratitude, but condemnation from all sides and daggers in the back. Some would even angrily demand to know why they