Followers

Language held power.

Language imbued with thought, in particular, was often the most capable of swaying people's hearts.

At first, Zhao Yanhu and Zhao Yanlong had merely regarded Zhang Ping as a strange person, a goody-two-shoes, a Saint Mother. But now, they "understood" Zhang Ping.

The greater one's ability, the greater one's responsibility.

Zhang Ping had saved them not because there was something wrong with his head, but because he regarded them as human beings—as fellow countrymen and members of the same kind.

In Zhang Ping's eyes, they were not dispensable tools. Their lives were just as important as everyone else's.

When one person did something strange, it might be because there was something wrong with his head.

But when someone persisted for the sake of a belief, he became a person of conviction.

If that belief gained the recognition of countless people, then that person became great.

At that moment, Zhao Yanlong and Zhao Yanhu both acknowledged Zhang Ping's beliefs. In their eyes, Zhang Ping was someone worthy of trust and admiration, someone worth following.

Compared to returning to the Sanctuary to serve as tools and muddling through the rest of their lives,

they would rather follow Zhang Ping and put his beliefs into practice themselves, even if it meant death.

"Uh..."

Zhang Ping looked at the two brothers kneeling on the ground, somewhat at a loss for words.

Of course, he knew why Zhao Yanlong and Zhao Yanhu had suddenly knelt before him so excitedly. It was simply because he had unintentionally repeated the line, "The greater one's ability, the greater one's responsibility," that had fooled Spider-Man for his entire life.

The problem was that he did not actually agree with that line very much. He had truly just been talking off the cuff.

But could he explain