Zhang Yang watched Quark's eyes widen like bronze bells and said bluntly, "I understand what you mean, brother. But rescuing you really isn't a problem now."
"Rescuing you would also settle something that's been weighing on my mind. You've always looked after me, brother. It's time I repaid you."
"What do you think? How about we do as I suggested? I'll rescue you, then we'll form an alliance, and I'll help you become a Fourth-Level Star Lord."
Quark remained silent. Saying anything more would have seemed overly sentimental.
Quark imagined the future. If things really went as his brother Zhang Yang said, life would certainly be wonderful. He would become a Fourth-Level Star Lord, a feudal lord ruling his own domain.
But what came after becoming a feudal lord?
Did he really have the ability to lead a lineage and make it flourish?
Did he really like a life of constant crises, making decisions about his lineage's development, and potentially going to war with other Fourth-Level Star Lords at any moment?
Then he would forever stand behind his brother Zhang Yang. Once war broke out, Zhang Yang would have to send people to protect him, and he would only drag him down.
An idea gradually took shape in Quark's heart. He knew what he truly wanted.
Quark gathered his thoughts and said with a smile, "Anything else would sound overly sentimental. I truly never imagined that a simple helping hand back then would bring such an enormous return today."
"At this moment, I'm immensely grateful-grateful that the Kuafu Lineage enslaved me, because that was how I met you."
"Honestly, I'm not cut out for it. Rather than hiding behind you and advancing to Fourth-Level Star Lord through an alliance, I'd rather join Blue Star outright."
Seeing Zhang Yang about to