Huo Zhi's shoulders shook violently. Unable to hold back her tears any longer, large drops rolled down her cheeks and fell onto her dress. "But aside from running for my life, I can't do anything. Xiao Yan, do you know? I really hate myself. I hate how weak I am."
"Back then, I couldn't protect Uncle Di. This time, I couldn't protect my clansmen either."
Xiao Yan looked at Huo Zhi, who was sobbing uncontrollably and on the verge of collapse. His heart ached for her, yet he felt helpless as well. The extermination of an entire clan was a burden heavy enough to crush anyone. Whoever it happened to would find it difficult to accept.
Huo Zhi's current state was not something Xiao Yan could resolve with just a few words. All he could do now was stay by her side and offer a few quiet words of comfort.
"This isn't your fault." Xiao Yan's voice was low. "Facing power of that level... we're all still too young..."
After all, there truly had been nothing they could do when something like this happened. They were young. That was an asset, because it meant they possessed limitless potential. But being young also meant they were not yet qualified. Once a conflict involved the strongest powers, they could not take part in it. Most of the time, it was already fortunate if they did not become a burden.
Yan Chao, standing nearby, had naturally heard everything as well. His expression grew complicated, holding both grief over the destruction of the Flame Clan and pity for Huo Zhi herself.
The destruction of the Flame Clan had already happened, and the futures of people like them might all change because of it. That easy, carefree life they had once lived under the clan's