Seeing Qiu Wuji look at him with such hopes that her man would amount to something, Chu Ge really wanted to say, "I simply can't do it, Your Majesty."
The two worlds were different. Who in this world could truly act without any reservations? Not even the leaders of nations could.
But on second thought, Qiu Wuji followed this world's rules too, yet the spirit she showed when something happened was different. That confidence with which she smiled at everything, that inner conviction that everyone else was utterly insignificant-he was a long way from that.
When she retired, the storms subsided; when her sword emerged, the world bowed in awe.
The strong ought to have such a heart.
He only knew how to show off in the World Within the Book, while shrinking back in the Mortal World. Of course he had a whole pile of reasons, but did that really deserve to be called the heart of a Creator God?
No. That was just drawing a circle around himself and playing king.
Leaving social matters aside, his attitude toward enemies alone could indeed stand to rise higher, like that punch he had thrown at the foreigner that day. It had felt so thoroughly satisfying.
"So I start by taking off the mask?" Chu Ge asked.
"The mask was merely an expedient when you were weak. Take it off when it's time," Qiu Wuji said. "But it isn't an absolute rule. Sometimes you can still use it for convenience, just as I blocked the cameras. These things aren't about outward form, only your own heart."
"That's called ideal-"
"This isn't idealism. I've read more philosophy books than you by now." Qiu Wuji raised her head smugly, her ponytail swishing. "This is cultivating the heart. Don't try to fool me with