What exactly does it mean to be a "good person"?
While drinking tea with Old Master Zhongli, Cid finally calmed down after a long time and began to seriously reflect on life.
It wasn't that he had never calmed down before to think deeply or study something.
But how should he put it? From a personal perspective, the old uncle really didn't enjoy the feeling of forcing himself to calm down.
Although calming down always brought him considerable gains, the sensation of forcibly suppressing the restlessness in his heart…
He could only say that he was still too young back then, with too much pent-up fire.
Cid drank tea the same way he drank water, pouring cup after cup.
By now, little Hu Tao and little Eula had already been sent out by the old uncle to play.
For safety reasons, the old uncle chose to stay proactively beside Morax, making it convenient for Rex Lapis to teleport him if needed.
"Speaking of which, how has little friend Cid been progressing with the funeral rites at the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor lately?"
"The effect can be guaranteed. I haven't memorized the ritual movements, but I can still fully reproduce the feeling of channeling elemental power."
"That is excellent. In the future, little friend Cid will surely have many opportunities to use it during your adventures."
"That's true. I've already placed an order for a full set of funeral instruments." The old uncle glanced at the Staff of Homa beside his hand.
Back when he played the game, he missed Hu Tao four times. On the fifth banner, he got angry and swiped several monthly cards to force a marriage. As for the Staff of Homa itself…
He had always just used the Crescent Pike from the box, hadn't he? Even after crossing over, he still hadn't gotten Staff of Homa.
Who would have thought that now he would be the first one to use it himself.
Cid, the old uncle, looked at the still crystal-clear tea and finally felt full.
His hands and feet began to feel cold. Cid, the old uncle, could clearly sense the fear and unease in his heart.
"Little friend must be preparing to do something truly extraordinary. If deep down you feel you don't want to do it or shouldn't do it, refusing is also acceptable."
Exchanging one life for another— the Lord of Geo did not consider that fair, because life itself is priceless. One cannot measure it by how much or how little life remains.
As for the things given earlier? Consider them an investment in the Descender. After all, among the current samples of Descenders… not a single one is weak. Forming a good connection is also a good thing.
It is normal for mortals to fear death. When facing death, becoming so afraid that one loses control of oneself—the Lord of Geo has long grown accustomed to such sights and does not force anything.
"It's fine. What needs to be done must be done. Emotions and such… just slack off and push through it."
The old uncle couldn't quite control his mouth. Perhaps because of the tension, his mouth just couldn't stop wanting to say something.
"Actually, I'm pretty good at this kind of thing. When I was little and misbehaved, refusing to study properly, my mom would throw me out the door and say she didn't want me anymore.
At that time, I didn't dare go far, so I hid alone in the pitch-black stairwell and cried. I cried until I couldn't cry anymore. No matter how painful the emotions were, that was it—just endure it and it would be over."
The old uncle felt a bit cold, so he took a sip of hot tea and felt the situation improve quite a bit.
"Anyway, in the end my mom never really abandoned me. After some time, once I had cried out all the painful emotions, I would pitifully beg her to open the door, and she would let me back home.
Probably after throwing me out so many times and seeing it had no effect on me anymore, she stopped doing it."
Old Master Zhongli watched Cid as he drank tea. This young man looked different from the bright, radiant self he showed when playing happily with the children.
At this moment, Cid gave off a very cold feeling. It wasn't that he had no expression, but he wasn't crying, nor was he smiling.
Yet the earlier sensation of his body feeling very cold and extremely tense had indeed disappeared. What remained was a calm, clear chill.
Zhongli looked up at the moon in the sky.
"Hall Master Hu and the others should have already begun expelling the deathly qi. The time… is almost here."