Motan was momentarily stunned, but then he smiled warmly at the person and the spirit in front of him, "Thank you."
"I think you're just taking death too seriously," Guxiaole raised an eyebrow and spread his hands, "Okay, I admit most people in this world take death pretty seriously, but as long as it's not a particularly tragic or suffocating end, 'death' isn't really something to be sad about. After all, every life will come to an end someday. If one can die a fitting death, I actually think it's quite a good thing. And clearly, those who volunteered to fight under your command all met fitting ends."
"I know."
Motan looked at the girl who was trying to counsel him like a caring sister and nodded gently, "Don't worry, I understand that much. It's just that I'm not used to this feeling yet."
