"The losers fall into the abyss, and the successful can't go much further, because the number of Dao Embryos is limited, and no matter what... one cannot find peace of mind."
At this point, Iron Hand extinguished the cigarette in his hand, smiling, but his tone was almost melancholic: "The more you know, the less you can wholeheartedly die for a certain ideal. Your parents died early, the older siblings had their grudges, and although I did too, after all these years, the grudges must have been avenged by now."
"I don't want to remember those awful things. Instead, I miss those days, Huo Qing, the time when your father and I, the five of us, then six of us, lived together... Those were probably the happiest, most peaceful days of my life."
Huo Qing understood Iron Hand's meaning.
Carrying hopes and dreams, with siblings of like minds striving together, though arduous and dangerous, that time was undoubtedly one of the rare bright moments in Iron Hand's life.
