Ning Zhuo licked his lips, his breath quickening slightly. He lifted his eyes to Zhu Xuanji, a stubborn gleam in his gaze, "Lord Zhu, you're from the South Bean Royal Family, and I'm from a branch of the Ning Family."
"My mother passed away when I was very young. My father left even earlier; I never met him."
"Even though I had an uncle, we weren't close, and he didn't look after me much."
"I've lived a difficult life since I was a child."
"You claim to detect hidden things and calm the people, but you're just an observer. You haven't experienced it yourself; you don't know. Many times, I wasn't thinking about right or wrong paths, but where my next meal was coming from."
"People at the bottom can only think about surviving day to day."
"Often, it's not about choosing; they simply have no choice!"
"Right path, wrong path? Ha, in their eyes, there's only one path from beginning to end: the path to survival!"
