Su Wanwan had drawn countless pictures with them. She had painted flowers, mountains, rivers, birds, and little stick figures. Whenever she was bored, they were always there.
Whenever she wanted to create something, they never failed her. How could she simply hand them over? But then she looked around. She saw frightened faces everywhere.
Mothers holding their children. Fathers standing in front of their families despite their fear. Old men and women trembling as they looked at the sky. All of them were scared. All of them were hoping.
All of them were looking at her. The burden felt impossibly heavy for such a young child. Unable to make a decision, she turned toward the person she trusted most.
"Mentor..." Her voice was soft and uncertain. She looked at Lin Feng with tearful eyes. Lin Feng remained seated as calmly as ever. It was as though the threat of an immortal meant nothing to him.
The sight alone eased Su Wanwan's anxiety slightly. Lin Feng smiled gently.
