Worshiping... he doesn't think it's a good term. Every stage of a person's growth is a transformation, from a free mercenary to battlefield cannon fodder, from a special envoy to a Revenge Shadow Rider, from the brink of death to rebirth, and from cosmic rhythm to transcendence. These reflect just a buildup of consciousness barriers. Zi Yu wouldn't understand these now, so Feng Yi simply laughed them off.
"Haha, I'm not the only one who admires Brother Feng."
"Brother Feng, can I have a hug?"
"Why?"
"A hug, lift me up high."
"You're 17, you know. Want to make your sister jealous?"
"But I really admire Brother Feng; you're really cool."
"People often only unleash their potential in special environments. I don't think my stories are cool. Instead, they're some unpleasant memories—prepare, we're heading out now."
"No, I just want a hug and lift me up high, then we can go."
Feng Yi's gaze grew peculiar, "Zi Yu..."
"Yes!"
