Yan stepped out through the arched gate of the main hall and saw Qian Renxue gazing up at the sky. At that moment, she looked so lonely and desolate, her eyes carrying traces of confusion.
"Do you know? Ever since I was little, Father had always taught me that I must carry Spirit Hall forward and make it flourish."
Yan slowly walked up behind Qian Renxue. She suddenly spoke, "I still remember something he once said. Everyone has their own justice and evil in their hearts. But in the real world, the victor is justice—the light."
After a moment of silence, Yan softly said, "Those words aren't wrong. The victor becomes king, while the loser is condemned. That is the eternal truth of the world. But these schemes and power struggles aren't suited to you."
"Why?"
Qian Renxue turned to look at Yan, hoping he could give her a convincing reason. She considered herself among the most intelligent people in the world, so how could she be unsuited for the path of strategy and intrigue?
Yan did not immediately answer her question. Instead, he asked, "What do you think of my abilities in that regard?"
Qian Renxue lowered her head and pondered for a moment before replying, "You earned her regard and are even helping her plan for the greater situation. At the very least, I am inferior to you in this respect."
"You are indeed inferior to me in that regard. But do you know why I involved myself in these matters? It was only to make myself stronger. Everything I do is so that I can cultivate better."
Yan chuckled, shook his head, and walked ahead of Qian Renxue, leaving her with his back. "So-called strategy, flawless calculations, maneuvering among factions, even wielding power over the entire world—when