The Hardest Debts to Repay

Wang Yue immediately thought of the Witch Queen. He quickly flicked Little Stone's shiny bald head, then glared at him and scolded, "Heaven's movement is ever vigorous; a gentleman should constantly strive to improve himself. People must save themselves before they can be saved. If you always rely on others, how can that ever work? So I don't think this is fate. It's something people brought about themselves."

Zhao Ling'er was clever and perceptive. She immediately understood what Wang Yue was worried about and smiled. "Brother A Yue, don't worry. I want to save the people of the world, but I also want to be with you and our child."

Wang Yue breathed a sigh of relief. He had really worried that Little Stone's words would make Ling'er want to save the people of the world, embracing Great Love at the expense of the love close to her. Weren't those who preached Great Love all lonely people?

But Little Stone didn't understand Wang Yue's complicated thoughts. He immediately said, displeased, "And I thought Brother A Yue had great spiritual insight. Think about it—Sister Ling'er is a Nuwa Descendant. Saving the people of the world is the very mission of Nuwa Descendants. What's wrong with that?"

Zhao Ling'er hadn't expected Little Stone to be so serious. She thought of Wang Yue telling her that Southern Zhao was suffering a drought unseen in a thousand years, of the war between the Black Miao and White Miao caused by the Baiyue Cult, of the similar events ten years ago, and of her mother, whom she had never seen again. She asked uncertainly, "Was my fate decided long ago?"

Wang Yue glared at Little Stone, his eyes full of murderous intent. Little Stone hurriedly ducked back into his prayer beads. Though he had cultivated