Su Yunqing knew very well that compared to Lufa's thousands of years of hatred and struggle, her own life experience was pitifully lacking.
So-called empathy was nothing more than imagination from the sidelines.
Those complicated emotions, tormented time and again by the passage of time, could only be understood by Lufa himself. In the end, he could only digest them himself, reconcile with them, or... never reconcile with them at all.
She could not give him direction in life, nor could she offer him solace for his soul.
But she knew that strength was the foundation for achieving anything.
Meaning could disappear, goals could shatter, and hatred could become laughable, but strength would not betray its wielder.
Whether Lufa ultimately continued to wallow in this emptiness or found a new goal someday in the future—one he himself might never have imagined—powerful strength would remain his most solid foundation.
Did he want to break this nauseating cycle? Did he want to pursue an answer beyond revenge, one even he had yet to clearly understand? Or did he simply want the right to no longer be toyed with by any fate or joke?
No matter what he chose to do in the future, or even if he chose to do nothing, strength would give him more choices instead of forcing him to endure passively.
This could not be called guidance. It was more like the most basic form of security.
It was like sailing through the Mist. Even if he did not know where the other shore lay, as long as he first ensured his ship was sturdy enough, he could sail farther. Perhaps he might encounter a new Lighthouse.
As for whether that Lighthouse existed, and what exactly it was, that could only be left to Lufa himself and the unpredictable