"I'd heard the saying, 'He who stays near vermilion turns red; he who stays near ink turns black.' I never understood what it meant before, but now I've completely awakened to it."
Huo Wu stood to the side, looking at Shui Bing'er with a complicated expression and a trace of emotion in her voice.
"The environment really can shape one's personality, even change one's values."
Shui Bing'er nodded.
Every generation needed role models of its own.
Qian Cheng was Shui Hanyan and Ye Muyun's teacher, the one who taught them by both word and example.
Ye Lingling and she, in turn, had each been raised and taught by Shui Hanyan and Ye Muyun.
Under such teachings and influences, that question from earlier had seemed perfectly normal to me.
Anyone from the First Timeline would have given the same answer.
But the Second Timeline was different.
Shui Bing'er's gaze swept over the Spirit Hall Empire, and a trace of regret flashed through her eyes.
Spirit Hall had a black sheep like Bibi Dong, while Qian Daoliu was far too weak, allowing disaster to grow unchecked.
It was precisely such an environment that had produced such vastly different values.
In her eyes, a traitor was a traitor, no matter what reasons they had.
A traitor for a day was a traitor for life!
And a traitor had only one fate: death!
Everyone in the First Timeline understood this principle and stood by it.
"Now, it's your turn."
Qian Renxue's gaze held not the slightest warmth. When she looked at Tang San and the others, it was as if she were assessing a few insignificant ants.
"Whatever you've got, bring it on me!"
Tang Hao stepped forward, the Soul Power around him unconsciously surging.
"Qian Renxue, are you really going to take this