"Besides, if there are still people you ought to kill, hiding somewhere safe would make life boring."
The Green-Robed Man kept talking without waiting for the woman's reply.
"You can't beat them."
Seeing that he remained completely unmoved, the woman began to panic. A trace of pleading helplessness crept into her eyes as she grabbed the hem of his robe. "Please stay. You'll die if you go back."
"A man can't say he can't."
"I won't know whether I can beat them until I fight them."
The Green-Robed Man shook his head and smiled. "I came to say goodbye. Not many people have treated me well in this life. You're one of them."
"Then why can't you forget the past and cherish someone who treats you well?"
The woman grew anxious. She had a sinking feeling that today's farewell would be their last.
The man froze briefly, but the hostility welling up deep in his eyes soon brought him back to his senses. With a quiet chuckle, he moved her hand aside. "If the past were that easy to forget, there wouldn't be much worth looking forward to in the future."
"We'd forget it all anyway."
"But you do remind me of a young fellow I once met. His experiences were a little like mine when I was young."
"It's just a shame..."
"A shame how?"
"A shame the Jiangbei Rainy Season came early. Given where that young fellow was, he probably couldn't get out of the Wasteland in time."
"He had bad luck. He died in the rainy season before he could get his revenge."
"My luck is better than his. I have to get my revenge."
"I'll go with you."
"Hmm?" The man raised an eyebrow at the woman, whose face was set with determination.
"You can be