Feng Fuce nodded slightly, "To enforce the Heavenly Dao, to protect the common people, correct?"
"Then," he raised the letter with his slender fingers, "the missing girl in this letter, would she not count as part of the people you are meant to protect?"
"If you decide not to act merely because the merit isn't sufficient, wouldn't such a path of the Heavenly Dao betray your original intent?"
Zhi'er was suddenly taken aback.
She widened her beautiful eyes.
Feng Fuce's words were like clear snowmelt flowing through the depths of her heart.
He was indeed right...
These years, in her quest to fulfill her mother's wishes, she had fiercely pursued matters of merit.
Over time, she had come to only want to help those who could bring her great merit.
But Zhi'er nearly overlooked that these people are all ones she should protect, without differences in merit.
Seeing her silent for so long, Feng Fuce turned around and said, "I'll go have Guoguo decline this task."
