[The call ended, and the Auspicious Cloud continued drifting toward Kunlun.
Su Miao went limp all over, like a cat whose bones had been pulled out. The Sect Master's bearing she had displayed moments ago shattered completely.
Zhunti looked at her and wanted to laugh. "Tired?"
Su Miao peered at him through her fingers. "Martial Uncle, my head hurts."
With a gentle tug from Zhunti, Su Miao toppled into his arms. Zhunti raised a hand and pressed her temples.
"You did very well. You were clear and organized, balancing kindness with authority. You were ruthless when needed and lenient when appropriate."
"I'm just... a little scared. Scared I won't be able to protect them.
There were hundreds of billions of Farm Teachings Disciples, and now fewer than a hundred million remained.
Over on the Human Race's side, I can't even count how many died in the Disaster of the Ten Suns.
It feels like no matter how desperately I try to do something, people will still get hurt. People will still die."]
The Sect Master of Farm Teachings, who had been sitting upright on the Auspicious Cloud and issuing crisp commands a moment ago, went limp like a boneless cat the next.
What she said left many people stunned.
Nezha scratched his head and murmured softly.
"Junior Martial Aunt... has already done enough. She's carried this for so long. If it were me, I would've collapsed long ago."
Guang Chengzi slowly nodded as well, his tone carrying a hint of regret.
"Natural disasters and human misfortunes have never been within human control. Senior Martial Sister has already done everything she could. She needn't be so harsh on herself."
Taiyi believed that even if it were him, even if he had known fate in advance, he could not have done better.