Sitting on Pan-Pan’s back like Yan Zhaoge, Ah Hu too was gazing down at the departing Xia Guang.
“He’s leaving just like that? The other side clearly isn’t his match! He just struck a blow and left, even worsening his injuries.”
Ah Hu wondered, “Isn’t he hell-bent on getting his revenge? So it seems that abiding by his principles is still more important than taking revenge for his kin in his heart?”
“Maybe not,” Yan Zhaoge crossed his arms, “He still has not reached the point where all hope ceases to exist. While no other powers besides Bright Origin Pavilion that are proficient in alchemy are to be found here, it does not mean that there is totally no hope at all.”
“When people have not felt true despair, many of their principles will not truly waver. While one can say that they possess a firm will, you can also say that they still hold blind faith.”