So, both paths were difficult, and he had one last option: rebellion. To put it bluntly, this path wasn't exactly hard to take, it was just a bit short.
After sitting in a stupor for half the night, he finally made the call to Gu Tao, like a helpless tenant farmer placing his last bit of hope on a wealthy and well-off landlord, and the moment Gu Tao received the call, of course, he knew how this esteemed Holy Knight must be feeling, but he had been trained and couldn't speak with a laugh.
"Friend, I'm running around for you."
"I've given you all I could; if I return like this, my life will be over."
In Shi Luode's words, there was helplessness and despair—the feeling of having strength but nowhere to release it, like getting a cramp the moment you sit up from bed, leaving you uncomfortable all over.
"What should I do then?" Gu Tao asked in return.
Shi Luode sighed, "I don't know, but I hope we're still friends."
