Dugu Bo rose to his feet and sighed.
"Ah, you people, always coming out with such convoluted talk. Though I know you have a plan in mind,
I still have to say this: nowhere is colder than an imperial household. You've sided with the Crown Prince's Faction now, but the crown prince may not treat you kindly in the future.
Remember, even a Titled Douluo can run out of strength. We aren't invincible. Be careful you don't bring disaster upon your descendants."
Sunday smiled and shook his head at that, clasping his hands behind his back.
"If a day truly comes when their Paradise can save more people, I will gladly let them cut off my path forward with their own hands.
I have never sought wealth or glory, nor power or life itself. What I seek is the simplest, purest side of human nature.
What I seek is a Paradise that embraces everyone, without oppression, exploitation, or class!
Success need not come through me, but I will surely play my part."
Listening to Sunday's words, Dugu Bo stepped forward and patted his shoulder.
"A lofty ideal, radiant enough to leave all ugliness nowhere to hide.
I have no such grand ambitions. I only want Yanyan to grow up happy, marry and have children, and give me a great-grandchild to hold. That would be enough-a peaceful life from beginning to end.
Still, I'm very interested in this Paradise you speak of. I hope I can witness its rise with my own eyes someday."
The corners of Sunday's lips lifted, and a light shone in his eyes.
"You will. That day will come! And it won't be far off!"
"Heh, you were just saying that wearing your emotions on your face was an act. What do you call this, then?"
Seeing