"If, by any chance, if there is still an opportunity... please show mercy on us once more."
In a moment of distraction, the words from Melting Furnace surfaced once again from his recollections.
"It seems that I am quite taken care of."
Ji Jue sighed lightly, "Someone told me to show mercy to more, but I don't know what my mercy means, nor what my sympathy is worth.
Prophet, I am just a small fry. Compared to Saints, I don't even count as a blade of grass. We are not even the same kind. Why place your hopes on me?"
"I was merely planning to try a small experiment, but after meeting you, I became even more certain," the Prophet laughed hoarsely. "You truly are the type who would show mercy to us non-humans."
"Thank you, Mr. Ji Jue."
She said, "You seem to really consider us out-of-control tools as human beings."
"Is that wrong?" Ji Jue countered.
"Perhaps."