"But no matter which of you is lost, even if you reach the Saint Martial Stage and open this letter, you will no longer be able to see this first page."
These three lines suddenly no longer seemed so bold and uninhibited. They looked as if they had been forcibly written with trembling hands, because their father feared losing any one of his children. As he wrote them, fear and worry coexisted within him.
If only one of the siblings remained, then there would be no need for the first page of the letter to exist.
Just like the envelope earlier, it would turn into smoke and disperse...
"Because what you are about to see will overturn everything you imagine."
"If one of you siblings is gone, then before reaching the Saint Martial Stage, with an unstable Dao Heart, the other could easily stray onto the wrong path—or walk a road that leads only to death. But it would be different if you two were both well."
"You will worry for each other. Whenever you think of walking a road of no return, think of one another and endure it."
Their father's handwriting grew increasingly firm.
Sikong Jing could completely understand what his father meant.
What they were about to see would be a great secret concerning life and death, survival and extinction. If a person had no attachments, they would easily take risks, but with something to hold dear, they could endure and preserve their lives.
They could also encourage and comfort each other.
Otherwise, they could only wait until reaching the Saint Martial Stage to open the letter and learn its contents. After reaching the Saint Martial Stage, their safety would be far better assured, their Dao Hearts more stable... and they would be older and more composed.