"Heh-heh, it was indeed a little special in terms of personality." Wise Sovereign gazed at the distant Stairway of the Hanging Prison. The faint glimmer on his lenses flickered continuously, as though he were watching the scenes inside through the magic energy array.
After quite a while, Wise Sovereign softly said, "Still, cherishing its own life is not a bad thing in itself."
Angel said, "Cherishing life—Wise Sovereign, that really is a high-EQ way of putting it."
Do mentors now come with a filter when looking at their students? Though from a certain perspective, it did count as cherishing life, Angel still could not empathize with a Wood Spirit that had played dead without moving for decades.
"EQ?" Wise Sovereign gave Angel a puzzled look.
Angel said, "It refers to the wisdom of handling human relationships and worldly affairs."
Wise Sovereign looked somewhat suspicious. Though the term sounded like praise, coming from Angel, it somehow felt oddly sarcastic? Was that just his imagination?
Wise Sovereign shook his head and stopped dwelling on it. Even if it truly was praise on the surface and disparagement underneath, it was no great matter.
Wise Sovereign said, "Compared with many people nowadays, it understands the preciousness of life better. In my view, that is also a virtue."
Angel did not respond this time. Wise Sovereign's words sounded unobjectionable, yet they did not feel like simple praise for the Wood Spirit. There seemed to be a hint of deeper meaning in them.
Who did not know how to cherish life? Was he subtly referring to them? Was this a warning against their unrestrained remarks?
Angel remained silent, and Wise Sovereign did not mind. He continued, "This virtue of its has also brought me convenience. If it leaves the Stairway of the Hanging Prison, I will