"Actually, Uncle Luo hopes more than anyone else that you could stay. He just spoke out of anger, not wanting you to repeat the same mistakes and lose your life."
Li Qianluo sat on the ground, leaning against the wall, breaking the silence.
"I know," Xiang Beifei said.
"The situation for the Human Race is currently very bleak. They live in this confined and oppressive place, having their Spiritual Power devoured by the Redwood every day, while also having to guard against the Dao Palace. Such days seem hopeless to them, and they can't see the end in sight. They've always hoped that someone could lead them out of the Bitter Sea.
Uncle Luo carries all this pressure, striving hard to find a way to change things, but he can't find one. Your arrival brought him a glimmer of hope. He thought you might be able to share some of his burden and help rebuild the Human Race's faith in survival here. But just as quickly, you said you wanted to leave, which he couldn't accept."
