Ning Feng actually knew all this, but he didn't expect to hear it at this time.
The old man seemed oblivious to Ning Feng's complex gaze, lost in memories, muttering to himself:
Do you know when it changed?
I know.
Ning Feng knew the answer, but he remained silent.
"It was when you handed me Anlia's bracelet."
The old man held up the bracelet in his arms, his eyes filled with memories.
"At that time, I realized something."
"No matter how you see the world, you are the person we choose to follow."
Turs gazed into Ning Feng's eyes and carefully placed his daughter's bracelet into Ning Feng's hand.
“We did have high hopes for you, and some people did try to use your abilities to fulfill their own despicable desires.”
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The elderly man, who had always presented a kind image, said softly:
"But we have driven all those people out."
Holding the cold bracelet, Ning Feng stared at Turs in silence.
Ning Feng knew about those people's departure, but he never knew the truth of the matter.
Along this journey, some people come and some people leave; departure is perfectly normal.
He always thought those people were simply tired of this nomadic life and had chosen to leave on their own.
So, he was asked to leave.
"Why?"
Turs laughed, his smile warm, like he was looking at a bewildered child.
“My lord…we have followed you all this time not merely to ask you to grant those wishes.”
"Because you are our hope, not a machine to fulfill our wishes."
Ning Feng: !!!
Turs saw Ning Feng's shock, took half a step back, and knelt down on one knee in front of him.
“I know it’s selfish, but I still want to ask you.”
Please don't abandon us.
He said:
"If there is any danger, let us stand in front of you."
"If we have to sacrifice something, let us stay in the rear."
"We will be your sword, and your shield."
The frail old man, kneeling on one knee, bowed his head deeply before Ning Feng.
Even if you can no longer see ahead, please continue to guide us forward.
The old man raised his head, looked at the dazed Ning Feng, and whispered a prayer:
"Because... what stands in front of us has never been a god."
"Only you."
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