Several old men who came in rushed over after hearing that Niya had returned.
The younger generation of the tribe had been told before and were relatively honest, but Niya had just returned and might be more impulsive. Plus, as a transcendent, she did have the capital to be impulsive, which made things even more worrying.
The Sheep Horned Tribe had finally settled here. Although it was remote and the surrounding land was not fertile, the terrain was suitable, providing shelter from the winter winds and snow, greatly reducing the number of livestock frozen to death. Everyone also decided to keep the situation quiet and not seek out the Wolf Eared Tribe who had attacked them to argue.
"I understand. Don't worry, Chief. I won't act on my own."
Niya nodded, indicating that she was emotionally stable, which made the old men feel relieved. This girl was the hope of their clan's future, and they could not take risks here.
"Well, there's no need to rush. Study hard in Emenas. Once you reach Sequence 6, it won't be too late to find them later."
Then several elderly people comforted him before leaving.
After watching the wounds on Lao Ketan's body gradually heal, Niya and Luo Lan also came out. It was already late at this time.
There were scattered stars in the sky, and flames were burning in the brazier outside the tent. The mountains in the distance were pitch black. Occasionally, the howling of wolves could be heard from afar, and the sound of insects could be heard in the grass around.
The night air was a little cold. Nia wrapped her sleeves tightly and walked with Roland, looking at the wilderness in the distance and several busy tribesmen, then spoke.
“This is the tribe I grew up with.”
"We are few in number and relatively weak, and are often bullied and attacked by the surrounding tribes." Niya slowly lowered her head as she walked.
"When I was little, I didn't know much and would often pester my parents for food. Later, I learned that many of my tribe were hungry and frugal."
"Later, I felt very ashamed, and I longed for a time when everyone could have enough to eat and no one would suffer from the cold in winter."
"So I worked very hard to practice the Transcendent Sequence, hoping that I could help everyone."
"Then we were lucky enough to enter Emenas." Nia raised her head and looked at the brazier set up in the open space, then stretched out her left hand and watched the orange-yellow flames floating in the wind, changing into various shapes.
"At first, I thought I was a little genius and was very confident." She looked at the flames quietly, the firelight reflected in her pupils.
"But then I gradually realized that everyone was very smart and strong, and I was not a very talented person..." Her voice gradually became low.
“I’m not special, I’m just an ordinary person. There are many things I can’t do, and I can’t do them well.”
A hand pressed on the back of Niya's hand, making her turn her head.
Loran Hill looked at the girl with short light brown hair and goat horns and spoke.
"Then what do you want to say? Do you want to give up?" The black pupils under the firelight were scorching.
"I..." Niya wanted to say something, but she didn't know what to say, and was silent for a moment.
"Does it have to be the most talented person? Does it have to be the strongest person?"
“If you encounter difficulties, find ways to overcome them.”
"Why do you deny yourself so much, saying you have no talent, can't learn, can't do it?"
"Do you really want to achieve this, or do you do it because you want others to feel sorry for you, or to understand you and not be blamed by others?"
"If you're just looking to make money, of course you should choose the method or industry that suits you best. But mission and dreams are not like that. They can't be weighed on a scale. If you can put them on the scale with a clear conscience, it means they're just words, not what you truly believe."
In the pitch-black night, the girl's black hair fluttered in the wind, and her eyes, like black crystals, reflected the firelight as she looked at the girl with goat horns.
The words of the black-haired, white-dressed girl were like a sharp sword, piercing through the goat-horned girl's unconscious hesitation and avoidance. She stood there blankly, her mind trembling. Was this really what she was thinking? Although she felt guilty and outwardly angry, she was actually calm, so calm that it made people feel cowardly. She was just avoiding it.
Do I really want to lead everyone to change the current situation? No, in fact, I have no confidence at all. If I, a coward, lead everyone, it will only lead to a worse outcome.
I am not suitable to be a leader. Such a position should be held by a stronger person, such as Roland. I am not smart, my talent is average, and I have no experience. Why do I think I can do better than the old patriarch?
I am not the one chosen by fate, and I cannot achieve the same great achievements as Kedarren.
Thinking of this, Niya lowered her head sadly.
"Yes, I was actually avoiding it. I was afraid to take my own responsibilities because I couldn't do it well enough."
"But you have no choice." The black-haired girl turned her back and looked at the lights and tents in the distance.
"You were born into this tribe. Your parents, elders, relatives, and friends are almost all tied to it, making it impossible for you to leave."
"You love all this and want to make a difference, but you feel you're inadequate and afraid you'll lead everyone in the wrong direction, right?"
"Yes, Lorraine."
"Then, who are you going to look for to replace you and become the next clan leader? Is there anyone among the younger generation in the clan who is more powerful than you?"
"This... they will grow gradually..." Niya answered a little confusedly.
"Then why can't you grow up gradually?" Loran turned around and asked the self-deprecating girl with goat horns.
"How insecure are you about your future?"
"If you can't achieve 100%, will you stop moving forward? If you can't achieve perfection, will you never start?"
“Take one step, then another, and the road will open up.”
"Maybe the result won't be perfect, but as long as it's better than before, that's enough. If I can't reach the end myself, I'll work hard to train the next generation to take over this mission. One day, I'll reach the end. Then, people will remember that there was a pioneer named Niya who came here."
Niya looked at the black-haired girl with a burning gaze, and a corner of her heart gradually warmed up.
"So, even I can do it?" she said with a slight trembling voice.
"I remember you once said that you wanted to change the current situation of the tribe, to change the fate of sinking for thousands of years." The girl with black hair and white dress gently hugged Niya and spoke in her ear.
"If this is what you really want, I believe you can do it."
In the dark night, the girl's eyes were twinkling with stars, like the Milky Way in the sky.
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