"I understand."
Yu Chen's eyes were slightly red, her voice trembling a bit despite its gentle and pleasant tone. Nevertheless, a few seconds later she lifted her head and forced a smile. "Don't worry, what can I do?"
Motan didn't quite understand what Yu Chen meant by 'don't worry,' but under the girl's warm, trusting gaze, he inexplicably felt relieved. He shook his head and said, "You have already been working hard enough, as has everyone else. Everyone here has been doing what they should. It's just that some things are beyond our control and unavoidable."
"Damn it," Feather Song stomped her foot in frustration. "Aren't there supposed to be all these awesome, divine-like figures in this world? Where are they now? Forget about the Sword Saints and Gods of Law, even the second and third level powerhouses seem to have died. Over ten thousand people, and only one survived—is this some kind of joke?"
Motan sighed, "Do you find that strange?"
