There was a kind of leisure: casting aside one's duties and returning home alone.
There was a kind of bearing: let the storms rage across heaven and earth; I watched idle flowers from an idle pavilion.
In theory, Lin Su should have been racing about in all directions right now, exhausting every ounce of his lifetime's wisdom to counter the coming stormy waves.
Yet as he strode across the river, his robes fluttering lightly, he still exuded utter leisure and contentment.
He planned to return home.
There were two great wars in his world, both imminent.
The first great war was the battle of the East Sea!
This battle seemed entirely unrelated to the Human Race World, yet Lin Su attached immense importance to it. Why? Just as he had told Long Wentian: "I am not doing this for the East Sea Dragon Palace. I am doing it for humanity!"
The Four Seas encircled humanity's territory.
The Four Seas were humanity's outer border.
If the Four Seas were stable, then any unrest within humanity would merely be a storm in a teapot, unable to grow too large. But if the Four Seas were unstable, the foreign races and the Devil Race would close in from all directions across the sea. One day, they would cross the Human-Sea Dividing Line drawn by the Military Saint, bringing a catastrophe that would drown humanity beneath the waves.
He, Lin Su, was human!
No one had entrusted him with protecting humanity!
Yet he had a sense of crisis. Where did it come from? You would never believe it: it came from destiny!
Yes, the destiny Liu Tianyin had once spoken of!
Lin Su had scoffed at destiny.
He had casually insulted Liu Tianyin as well.
But as time passed and circumstances changed, Lin Su