"Are you... the one who, within my Merit Power, granted me a part of the memory inheritance? Why do you want me to understand the tragic truth of all these Great Domains? Do you think I wouldn't lose all hope?"
Hua Qiudao sighed heavily, his voice filled with a deep sense of age, as if he had finally laid down this burden at this moment, releasing the depression in his heart.
"Lose all hope? You won't. If you lose all hope, then you wouldn't be yourself."
Within the flames, a still clear and melodious girl's voice was heard, though carrying a hint of exhaustion.
"Alas... what should Zhou Yan do now?"
Hua Qiudao spoke wearily, as if aged by decades.
"Whatever will be, will be. At this level, it depends on Father's own fortune, what else can be done? Isn't that right, Uncle Qiu?"
"Indeed, but my understanding is still very limited, and my strength is weak. I couldn't do anything before, and now I can do even less."
