Mu En sighed. He deeply regretted agreeing to let this child join the Holy Spirit Cult.
"Take your time catching up."
After saying that, Ye Xishui rose and left. Long Xiaoyao hesitated for a moment, then drifted after her.
"Is there anything you want to ask?"
Ye Xishui asked. Her feelings toward him were complicated, and she also had regrets.
"There are so many questions. But suddenly, I feel there's no need to ask them."
Long Xiaoyao sighed. He had plenty of doubts, but he couldn't bring himself to voice them.
"Our generation had too many helpless choices. We were forced to go to extremes and do many things we regretted. You have regrets, and so do I. We both have questions in our hearts, too.
"But the past no longer matters. Now, all I want is to create that beautiful future."
That was the obsession in Ye Xishui's heart, and her conviction.
Her past had been far from happy. It was filled with helplessness, heartache, pain, and regret.
She couldn't change the past. All she could do was find a way to change the future, so that what had happened to her would never happen to anyone else—especially Hao'er.
"That future is certainly worth looking forward to, but it'll be difficult to make it happen. The Sea God and the others are the greatest obstacles. I hope you succeed."
Long Xiaoyao also wanted that perfect era to come to pass.
"We'll succeed. Of that, I'm certain."
Ye Xishui's heart was set. They would succeed. The key lay with Hao'er.
As long as Hao'er could grow strong, the Sea God and the gods of the Divine Realm would no longer be impossible to oppose.
Neither of them spoke again. They simply stood there in silence. Long Xiaoyao savored the feeling.