In an instant, the entire training room fell silent.
Only the sound of Ji Jue's jaw hitting the floor remained.
"Ah?"
He began to doubt his own ears.
"Was I not clear enough?"
Old Zhang asked in confusion, "Run means to escape. In the imperial language, it's 'run!' In the Thousand Isles' Yingzhou language, it's 'Nigero!'"
Seeing that he looked ready to explain it in even more languages, Ji Jue hurriedly waved his hands. "No, no, no—I understand what running means. What I don't understand is... why do we have to run?"
"Because we can't beat them."
Lao Zhang was concise, direct, and hit the nail on the head... sinking Ji Jue's eager-to-try heart.
Chosen Ones of the Embers Lineage were widely acknowledged as utterly useless in combat. Their abilities all revolved around production and creation. Put bluntly, they simply were not combat classes!
Though the other lineages did not exactly count as combat classes either, with only the Horde truly specializing in murder and arson, if they were to be ranked, Embers would undoubtedly be a strong contender for last place!
Second only to Ether!
But on the Ether path, they could read your killing intent from eight hundred meters away. For all anyone knew, they might wake up in the morning, have a sudden inspiration to cast a divination, draw a card, toss a Holy Grail, or glimpse the future, discover that today was terribly unlucky, and simply refuse to leave the house, right?
When facing an enemy, Celestial Origin would say, "I'll crush him to death with telekinesis." White Deer would say, "I'll build up momentum and wait for the perfect moment—one strike, one kill." Waste Ruins would say, "You can't break my defense, so I'll break yours." Vortex was an unkillable cockroach. Mirror could conceal itself