Elder Yu Zhi Qiu nodded. Xu Yi waved his hands repeatedly. "You've got to be kidding. I don't have that kind of ability. You'd better find someone else."
He had to be kidding. What shape was Xu Yi in now? He was practically half a cripple. This was a scorching-hot potato that could go untreated for tens of thousands of years; if he took it into his arms, he'd be burned to death. It wasn't just that he lacked the ability— even if he had it, he wouldn't lightly invite this kind of trouble.
His goals were clear now: first, find a way to restore his body; second, break through to the Thunder Tribulation Realm; then find resources and prepare to enter the Heavenly Decline.
What did the tangled relationship between the Northern Continent, the Western Continent, and the Eastern Continent have to do with him? They'd been tangled up with one another for tens of thousands of years already. They could keep at it.
As for Elder Yu Zhi Qiu comparing the Northern Continent to a miserable slave, struggling to survive through hard labor—no matter how miserable it was, what did that have to do with Xu Yi?
As an outsider, he felt little sense of belonging to the Northern Continent. It was even harder for him to feel the grief of a country fallen and a home destroyed.
Even taking it to the extreme, even if the country fell and his home was destroyed, some people would still live quite well. Hadn't he seen it in Earth's eight-year war in his previous life? In the foreign concessions, the horses still ran and the dances still went on.
He had no lofty ideals, much less any sense of mission. He only protected those he believed he ought to protect.