"Of course I felt wronged." Song Xi blinked her big, watery eyes, perhaps stirring up some past memories.
Her thick eyelashes were damp with tears, and even her voice became tinged with sadness, "Clearly, you were already a prodigy, the strongest of the strong. After losing control, you became even more feared. It should have been something to be proud of, but when your former fellow disciples started talking about you, fearing you, wondering when you would lose control, and whether you would hurt them after losing control, when those looks became more and more frequent, when those voices became everywhere..."
Song Xiwei's voice trailed off, "At that time, I wondered if I had really made a mistake? The disciples in my sect had actually been very kind to me. Even though I became stronger later and left them far behind, they didn't become distant from me and still respected me. But after that out-of-control incident, they only felt fear towards me, and their respect was just because they were afraid I would hurt them..."
Aoqian didn't know what to say, only feeling increasingly heavy, almost unable to breathe.
“I locked myself up for three whole months. I was depressed, I was in pain, I tortured myself. Later, my master found me and said that during these three months, the sect had been under tremendous pressure. The outside world was already planning to attack me, but my master suppressed it. He was willing to believe that I would not bring disaster to the Six Realms. He said that I am a kind person. Even if I had lost control before, I would not make the same mistake again.”
At this point, Song Xiwei finally smiled.
Seeing that smile made Aoqian feel a little sad.
That experience could never have been as easy as Song Xiwei described; words could never fully capture the circumstances at the time.
"From then on, I had a strong sense of inferiority about my primordial spirit. To me, it was a very powerful force, but also a terrifying existence. I began to resist using the power of my primordial spirit. After some exploration, I found a way to use my natal magic weapon to replace the power of my primordial spirit. Although the process was arduous, the results were quite good. Even without using the power of my primordial spirit, I am still one of the best in the sect..."
At this point, Song Xiwei proudly curled the corners of her mouth, "Do you know why Yan Ye dared to challenge me so much back then? He was certain that I wouldn't use my primordial spirit power. In fact, I really didn't intend to use it either. Back then, if I had used it, Yan Ye would have died, but if I lost control, everyone in Huicheng, including you, would have been annihilated. That price... was too high, so I would never have considered using my primordial spirit power."
“But you almost died.” Even now, when Aoqian recalls that day, his heart still aches.
Song Xiwei smiled and shook her head, "I've always been lucky. Isn't it because you showed up? Besides, my death is worth it for so many innocent people."
Song Xiwei's smile was pure and innocent.
Aoqian saw Song Xiwei, who was radiant, again.
He never understood why she had such a strong obsession with saving the world.
At this moment, I seem to understand.
She wasn't trying to be a hero; she was genuinely inclined towards good and was willing to give up her powerful spiritual energy to uphold true goodwill.
She is a remarkable person.
If he hadn't gotten to know her after meeting her, he really couldn't have imagined that such a thing would happen to him, or whether he would repay evil with kindness.
After all, why should you take responsibility for the consequences of something getting out of control?
Everyone has their own destiny, and the weak have no right to complain.
The strong prevail.
This is Aoqian's consistent belief.
However, after Song Xiwei appeared, the word "goodness" seemed to gradually transform from an abstract concept into a tangible entity, as Song Xiwei sketched out its outline little by little.
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