"My personal opinion can decide whether a world lives or dies."
He had realized this after the voting proposal was finalized.
But the reality truly sank in two days later, with five days left before the official vote, when certain people had traveled thousands of miles to pay him a visit.
"It has been a long time, Master."
As he looked into that bright, clear eye and at that delicate face, Lu PingAn felt as if he had returned to the past.
"313? Lu Lu?"
Though he had some doubts, Lu PingAn did not think he had mistaken her this time.
"You've changed quite a lot. You're... rather strong now."
Lu PingAn murmured instinctively. His Spiritual Intuition told him that the elegant one-eyed woman before him, the renowned Confucian General, probably would not need ten seconds to kill him.
"A Child of the World?"
At that moment, Lu PingAn recalled their first meeting.
Back then, he had accepted a "commission from the world" to seek out children favored by fate, and that commission had been—
". . . You may not believe this, but when I went looking for you back then, it was to found a nation. To found a nation for the Long-Hand Tribe."
Time toyed with fate, and fate toyed with mortals. At that moment, so many memories became entangled that even Lu PingAn, who did not believe in fate, could not help feeling emotional.
Back then, he had sought out the girl before him in order to "found a nation." Now, she had sought him out in order to "found a nation."
Back then, he could have poked her to death with a single finger. Now, standing in the same room, Lu PingAn could feel that she could crush him to death with a single finger.