"That's a very interesting question, but before I can answer it, I need to ask you a question."
"How do you define love?"
Huo Yuhao's words left the voice momentarily speechless.
"Uh... then what do you think love is?"
A faint smile appeared at the corners of Huo Yuhao's mouth, while everyone else who could hear him wore sympathetic expressions.
Whether they belonged to the Holy Spirit Cult or the Sun Moon Imperial Soul Tool Hall, or were Bei Bei and his companions, they all understood.
If you handed control of the situation to Huo Yuhao, misfortune was never far away...
"Love is a faith that remains unrepentant through ten thousand deaths, unchanged through a hundred lifetimes. It is the devotion that endures after watching a thousand sails pass and shedding every trace of painted finery. It is the pursuit that stakes everything on a single throw-to fly or die."
The voice spoke again. "Is that your justification for slaughtering so many people at will?"
Huo Yuhao chuckled. The speaker was probably Tang San; even the tone had changed.
"Once you set foot on this road, you are destined to have the entire world as your enemy, destined to walk alone, destined to face calamity after bloody calamity."
"The splendor of a person's life lies in the pursuit of their own dreams. There's no need to insist that others approve or never feel disappointed. Walk your own road, and let others be disappointed and disapprove!"
"What is failure? What is success? Holding firm from the beginning without giving up, then gladly accepting the outcome without regret-that is success! Persevering to the end without fearing failure-that is success!"
"A human life is a hurried hundred years, like a dream, an illusion, a bubble, a shadow. What do people live in this