"When necessary, I'll step in and block one attack for you, but in my current state, I'm afraid once is all I can manage."
After saying this, Electrolux said nothing more. He held his breath and focused, waiting for Chen Ping to act.
Chen Ping nodded. Although Elder Yi's divine sense had recovered increasingly well as time passed, ultimately, even if Elder Yi recovered completely, he would still be nothing more than a divine soul.
Thus, offering to block an attack for Chen Ping under these circumstances essentially meant he was prepared to bring out the power he kept at the very bottom of his chest.
But Electrolux did not think Chen Ping's choice was wrong. In his eyes, Chen Ping was quite a contradiction: cunning and slippery, capable of doing anything, daring to dabble in any kind of power, yet still able to hold on to a kind heart and the firmest moral principles.
It was as though Electrolux had seen another Child of Light, one covered in mud from head to toe, yet with a clear and luminous heart.
The Electrolux of the past would certainly have looked down on the present Chen Ping. After all, the present Chen Ping fell far short of what he had imagined a true Child of Light to be back then, and was even further removed from those abstinent, steadfast paladins and ascetics who served the light.
But the Electrolux of today had weathered too many storms. He understood all the more clearly that a temperament like Chen Ping's was the best solution for living in a world that was not simply black and white. A disciple like this was enough for him to go out and proudly declare, "This is my disciple, the disciple of Electrolux."
"I'm going in."
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