Brothers, Give Each Other a Hug

That person's voice was clear and audible.

"Sit."

Zhou Qiubai did not sit down right away.

He stood at the doorway, put away the White Clothes Sword, then went over and sat down.

That person seemed to be looking at him.

Though he could not see the other party's eyes clearly, he could feel that gaze falling on him.

"What I look like isn't important, is it?" that person said.

"What matters is that from the moment you stepped through the Tower gate, I had already been observing you."

Zhou Qiubai asked, "Why?"

"There is no why." That person waved a hand. "When someone stays here too long, they have to find something to do. Perhaps there was some appreciation in it too. After all, anyone who can make it here always has something worth appreciating. But more than that, I suppose it was curiosity."

"Curious about what?"

That person slowly explained, "Over all these years, if not a thousand, then eight hundred people have challenged this Tower. I've seen those more talented than you, those with purer wills than you, and those more persistent than you. But I have never seen anyone like you, coming here with the resolve to die."

One had to know that most people in this world cherished their lives. There were plenty who took their lives seriously, even thinking themselves very important, but those who treated their own lives as nothing were probably just this rare.

Zhou Qiubai remained silent.

That person continued, "Persistence may count as a virtue, but I have seen far too many people who can persist. Of those who can cultivate to Title Douluo, which one lacks willpower? Here with me, persistence is not worth much."

"Then what exactly do you value?"

"What I value is that you seem never