They are the blossoms at the end of the thorns, the sunrise atop the lofty mountains, the reason this world is still worth believing in.
The Seven Marshals from ten thousand years ago were such.
Huang Fuxing and his disciples were such.
Senior Yan was such.
So was the logistics company that risked its operations to transport supplies for refugees.
Cheng Xin was such too.
A few years ago, someone said to him, Ji Jingqiu, do not be anxious, before you become the mountain you can rely on yourself, there will always be people willing to be your mountain.
So, who will be their mountain?
"Ji, are you going to save this city and confront the Star Thief of the Sima Family?"
Luo Tianyou suddenly spoke up, courageously fixing his gaze on Ji Jingqiu, he asked,
"Ji, why take the risk for people who have no relation to oneself and get stuck in the quagmire? Is it truly worth it? Is pursuing what is right important, or is chaos the norm?"
