Yue Chan'er seemed to see through his thoughts. Her voice grew gentler, yet every word was resolute. "I believe, my lord, that your lack of confidence at this moment does not stem from doubts about the plan itself, but from your deep love and reluctance to part with the children. But please believe in them as well. Believe in these young Huang clansmen whom you personally raised and who have endured the baptism of war. What flows in their bones is battle-blood that will never yield, and what is branded upon their souls is a beacon that will forever point toward you. This temporary separation is so that they may one day reunite beneath your banner in an even more dazzling manner."
She took Xu Kun's hand, her palm warm and firm. "In this gamble, the stakes are your trust and their lives, while the dealer... is this merciless heaven and earth. But I have always felt that as long as you are the dealer, the Huang Clan will never lose."
How could the dealer lose?
In Yue Chan'er's heart, Xu Kun was omnipotent!
Xu Kun fell silent for a moment, then tightly clasped Yue Chan'er's hand in return. His gaze gradually became deep and resolute once more.
That trace of uncertainty slowly faded away like thin mist dispersed by moonlight. He looked again toward the boundless sea of stars, where his scattered "stars" lay.
The gamble had begun. There would be no regrets after the pieces were placed.
What he had to do now was guard this "beacon," then wait for the day the stars returned and illuminated the universe.
Yue Chan'er's gentle words flowed like a trickling stream, steadily soothing the turmoil in Xu Kun's heart.
"In Chan'er's eyes, there is no difference."
Her eyes smiled, yet carried