A master was a master. His words always inspired people to strive upward, and they were razor-sharp too. Though what he said made my face flush and my heart pound, I did not resent him in the slightest. Senior Brother Hai was only my senior brother; he could not lecture me. I could be called a wayward disciple without my master, running wild wherever I went.
But I knew everything he said. The question was, how was I supposed to shoulder the responsibility? The world today was already different. It was no longer the era he had lived in, when everything revolved around reason. Of all the things I had experienced and witnessed, how many had been normal? An eagle could spread its wings and soar, but only if someone let it take flight. Looking around, hungry wolves and wild dogs were all waiting to chew my flesh and gnaw my bones. If I did not become a cunning fox, how could I evade the wolves' attacks?
If I had the ability, I could do it, and I would naturally do my best to take responsibility. But my strength was insufficient. Going there would be no different from throwing my life away. If I really went to capture that inner demon, would I not die for nothing? Li Poxiao had been unable to defeat it and had still needed to flee. What else could I do but run?
If I encountered a genuine villain, and a bad person came to kill me, what was I supposed to do? Stand there and let him stab me through the heart, redeem him with my death, and perish defending the Way?
"Master, if I were powerful enough, I would certainly shoulder everything. But the problem is that I have no support and no