Huang Ji's magnanimity and resolve were unmatched in all the world.
He was different from Mo Qiong. Mo Qiong bore responsibility with an unstoppable drive. At critical moments, he showed no mercy. He was ruthless to the core, domineering in his actions, and loved cutting off avenues of retreat—not just other people's, but his own. To his enemies, he was the kind of man who said, "Either you die, we die together, or I die and you suffer worse."
Whatever he set out to do, he did. Like his arrows, he pressed forward, and no one could stop him.
What Lin Xiqiu felt toward Mo Qiong was more awe than anything else. And fear.
Huang Ji was different. Others might make an enemy of him, but he had no enemies. Far from closing off escape routes, he preferred to leave people a way out.
Those who ultimately fell often chose a path to death amid countless chances to live. In their bitter regret, they realized they had killed themselves.
Call it cunning or an attack on the heart—no one could deny that Huang Ji possessed an extraordinary healer's compassion.
Even Lin Xiqiu, who had seen plenty of Defiers of Heaven, could not help admiring him.
He had been the enemy of three Defiers of Heaven. The narrators above had cast him as a villain every time. Now, he wanted to be on Huang Ji's side!
It was the kind of trust that said, Anyone in the world might hurt me, but Huang Ji never would.
Across countless years, only Huang Ji had wanted to free him from his identity as an author's avatar. Huang Ji had told him, "You are yourself, not anyone's puppet. You deserve a story of your own."
For the first time, those words had made Lin