"Destruction is far easier than salvation."
Ye Buyu crouched down. Rong Fan had wanted to say something, but shut his mouth when he saw the seriousness in her eyes.
Her expression held compassion mingled with anger. Those eyes contained far too much, filled with too many experiences of helplessness and a resolve that brooked no refusal.
It seemed that if he did not go with her today, he would lose some opportunity. He might regret it-no, he would definitely regret it.
Wu Yan spoke. "Then how do you intend to deal with the Withered Star?"
Silence. A long silence.
They were not confident they could keep a civilization safe from the encroachment of Calamity. Especially since they would not stay here for long, they were even less able to make any promises.
"It seems the situation you've seen is even grimmer than I expected. Please tell me, what is the worst possible outcome?"
Mu Bingge spoke softly. "The destruction of the Withered Star."
Just as expected. Wu Yan lowered their gaze.
"Then what would a better outcome be? That organization you mentioned-you want us to join it, don't you? What could joining it change?"
Mu Bingge said, "Preserving your civilization. Beyond that, we can't promise very much."
Ye Buyu reached out and tapped Rong Fan on the head.
"We're not begging you to join. It's a question of whether you want to fight your destined destruction. You can think it over. In the meantime, we'll be going elsewhere."
When Rong Fan felt he could control his body again, he sat up from the ground, considered for a moment, and asked,
"What are you going to do?"
"Recruit people." Ye Buyu looked out the window. "After all, this isn't the only place suffering. Perhaps quite a few civilizations have already fallen