The Poet was feeling somewhat down. He had just lost the debate, and it was obvious that the audience had applauded much more enthusiastically when his opponent spoke.
He reflected on his shortcomings.
"Indeed, for these citizens, resolving the inconveniences of their current lives is more tangible and more important. But in reality, our exploration can solve these problems too. It's just that many people can't accept the initial investment."
"The Wild Wolf Guard's plan does sound more reliable, but the resources around Utopia are limited. Even if they can satisfy everyone for a while, they'll eventually be exhausted, and we'll fall into endless internal depletion."
"No wonder he's a warrior. He's highly aggressive, and his presence is overwhelming enough. I couldn't gain the upper hand in the debate. A lot of the time, what I said made more sense, but I still lost in terms of momentum."
"Debates aren't won by whoever speaks the loudest, but a loud voice does sound very oppressive."
He muttered to himself, completely unaware that two people were standing in front of him.
"Hello."
It was only when the other person greeted him that the Poet suddenly raised his head.
There was a man and a woman before him, both strikingly handsome. The Poet's first thought was, Are there really such handsome people in the city? Only then did he stop walking.
"Who are you?"
The Poet eyed the two suspiciously. Recently, because of the Promised Land, many strangers had come to Utopia, including spies from other city-states. He stayed vigilant, ready to run at any moment.
"We're looking for someone. Do you know Frostheart?"
Lu Ban did not beat around the bush. Instead, he asked directly and openly.
"Frostheart? You mean Lady Frostheart, the one who brought back news of the Promised Land?"