So Near... Yet Untouchable
"Brother Jiang? Brother Jiang?"
Jiang Wang came back to himself. Seeing Zuo Guangshu's anxious expression, his gaze softened. "I'm fine."
He looked beyond the divine light barrier.
The Huodou King Beast Three-Prong, smashed into a patty of flesh, had long since fallen who knew where.
In this apocalyptic world where rules had collapsed, even the living could barely protect themselves. What hope was there for a lump of dead flesh?
Yet in his heart... there was inevitably hatred.
For freedom, for ideals, for however many lofty excuses.
Three-Prong was his friend.
Thus he hated Chaos, nothing more.
For order, for loyalty, for however many grand and righteous reasons.
Thus he hated Zhu Jiuyin, nothing more.
Three-Prong's hatred had been real enough, but it had never been one to lose its reason so easily. It had deeply hated Bi Fang, yet it had only acted after plotting for a long time.
But just now, its reason had been devoured by hatred in an instant...
Zhu Jiuyin naturally could not escape blame.
But could Chaos truly have failed to see it?
It simply did not care. Or perhaps it could not be bothered with the trouble.
Since Three-Prong had confirmed the truth and given rise to hatred, then it could just die.
Jiang Wang deeply hated them both.
Sometimes, when speaking of right and wrong, how could right and wrong be so easily judged?
Different perspectives meant different worlds.
Different measuring rods gave different measures.
When it came down to each individual, it was nothing more than your principles, your convictions, your feelings.
But Jiang Wang also understood very clearly that, with the strength Chaos and Zhu Jiuyin had displayed, even getting close to them was beyond him.
So he could only remain silent.
But in this war,