As she spoke, her words hit Su Ming directly. Her quiet explanation of someone lying to themselves to avoid facing the reality of their choices triggered a trace of his own guilt. He had died on Earth alone and woken up in this dangerous world, leaving behind everyone he had ever known.
Even though no one was waiting for him back there, the longing was there.
He often told himself he only cared about survival and about climbing the cultivation ladder. But deep down, was he also lying to himself? Was he trying to pretend he was detached, when in reality he had already begun to care for the disciples and the allies on this peak?
The study fell silent. Su Ming stared at her, his breath audible. The quiet weight in her voice resonated with his own buried thoughts, while her eyes mirrored the silent grief of her own losses. Her parents, the elders and junior disciples of Medicine Valley who had been left behind.
