Fear was equivalent, so naturally, courage was equivalent too.
Perhaps it was an illusion, but when Gan Baobao left, her steps seemed slightly lighter than when she had arrived.
After commenting on the fear of death, Fu Qian did not say much else.
Instead, he made full use of the art of leaving things unsaid, prompting her to think for herself.
That was enough already. His friendship with Old Man Gan only went so far—did she expect to freeload an in-depth psychological consultation?
Fortunately, young people never disappointed in that regard. As long as someone gave them a starting point, they could come up with a whole mountain of thoughts on their own.
And as a bona fide demigod, personally demonstrating certain things clearly carried extra persuasive power.
All in all, Lady Gan Baobao left looking quite satisfied, without asking any further questions.
As for her municipal official father, although her initial question had seemed somewhat disrespectful, it was not fundamentally a child looking down on her parent. On the contrary, it was more in the nature of standing up for him.
A father of great status, power, courage, and insight had ultimately exhausted every scheme to accomplish what ordinary people could not.
With even a little understanding, his children would easily come to admire him.
Yet amid all that prosperity, certain willful figures at the banquet faintly made that success seem ridiculous.
If growing up was a process of disillusionment for children, gradually realizing that their parents were not omnipotent—
Then for children in the Bookstore World, that process was clearly even crueler.
No matter how impeccable one's parents were, once one grew up and realized the gulf that had been concealed between ordinary people and the extraordinary, all admiration would lose its foundation with a crash.
For Lady