The world doesn't need succubi to save it.

That's really laughable.

After revealing these truths, how many people will be left behind?

Even if there's no one there, it doesn't matter.

It doesn't matter anymore.

Looking at the silent Turs, Ning Feng shook his head and turned to leave.

One step, two steps, three steps.

But when Ning Feng took the fourth step, Turs, who had been silent, finally spoke.

"Sir, I don't understand why you refer to yourself that way?"

Four steps, five steps, six steps.

Leaving Turs behind, Ning Feng moved forward with ease, stepping into a future where no one else was.

"Sir, may I have something to say?"

Ning Feng did not stop; on the contrary, his steps became even lighter.

Seven steps, eight steps...

As he took his ninth step, a calm voice sounded behind him:

Are you afraid?

Scared?

Ning Feng stopped and turned to look at the old man who was standing there staring at him with a stern face. He smiled and nodded.

Yes, I am scared.

I'm afraid I won't be able to save anyone.

Therefore, Ning Feng chose to escape, to flee from all of this.

Upon hearing this answer, Turs breathed a sigh of relief, and his tense expression relaxed.

Ning Feng: ?

"grown ups."

Shaking his head, the old man walked up to Ning Feng and spoke gently:

"Fear is a normal human reaction, and you don't need to feel guilty about it."

"Therefore, I can assure you that you are definitely not a monster."

他 说:

"You, like us, also feel fear and feel lost when faced with danger... We are all powerless mortals."

Ning Feng: !!!

"Also, please don't be angry. Actually... I'm very happy right now."

The old man chuckled self-deprecatingly, shook his head, and said:

"To be honest, for a long time at the beginning, I was actually afraid of you."

"Whenever I look at you, I can only see calm in your eyes, which makes me feel...fearful."

Ning Feng: "…………"

Ning Feng actually knew all this, but he didn't expect to hear it at this time.

The old man seemed oblivious to Ning Feng's complex gaze, lost in memories, muttering to himself:

Do you know when it changed?

I know.

Ning Feng knew the answer, but he remained silent.

"It was when you handed me Anlia's bracelet."

The old man held up the bracelet in his arms, his eyes filled with memories.

"At that time, I realized something."

"No matter how you see the world, you are the person we choose to follow."

Turs gazed into Ning Feng's eyes and carefully placed his daughter's bracelet into Ning Feng's hand.

“We did have high hopes for you, and some people did try to use your abilities to fulfill their own despicable desires.”

The elderly man, who had always presented a kind image, said softly:

"But we have driven all those people out."

Holding the cold bracelet, Ning Feng stared at Turs in silence.

Ning Feng knew about those people's departure, but he never knew the truth of the matter.

Along this journey, some people come and some people leave; departure is perfectly normal.

He always thought those people were simply tired of this nomadic life and had chosen to leave on their own.

So, he was asked to leave.

"why?"

Turs laughed, his smile warm, like he was looking at a bewildered child.

“My lord…we have followed you all this time not merely to ask you to grant those wishes.”

"Because you are our hope, not a machine to fulfill our wishes."

Ning Feng: !!!

Turs saw Ning Feng's shock, took half a step back, and knelt down on one knee in front of him.

“I know it’s selfish, but I still want to ask you.”

Please don't abandon us.

他 说:

"If there is any danger, let us stand in front of you."

"If we have to sacrifice something, let us stay in the rear."

"We will be your sword, and your shield."

The frail old man, kneeling on one knee, bowed his head deeply before Ning Feng.

Even if you can no longer see ahead, please continue to guide us forward.

The old man raised his head, looked at the dazed Ning Feng, and whispered a prayer:

"Because... what stands in front of us has never been a god."

"Only you."

Chapter 491 Just Like Before

"No matter what you represent, no matter what kind of existence you are, you will never change for us. You will always be someone we are willing to follow."

With his head bowed deeply, Turs tried his best to express his emotions.

Turs knelt on the ground, his body trembling slightly.

Praying, pleading, begging.

He wasn't as calm as he appeared on the surface; in reality, he was already starting to panic.

At first, Turs was also puzzled and confused by Ning Feng's loss of control and escapism. He didn't know what had happened and felt like the sky was falling.

But when Turs saw the confusion in Ning Feng's eyes, he breathed a sigh of relief.

He suddenly felt as if the child he had been watching all along had finally grown up.

Ah... I see.

The light emanating from him was so dazzling that everyone forgot that the prophet who had led them on their journey was not omnipotent.

He was actually just a child who hadn't grown up for very long.

His parents died young because of this dark era, and he had no one to rely on, so he became the one others relied on.

He was a ray of light tearing through the darkness, carrying a lamp and leading everyone forward step by step in the darkness.

But no matter how dazzling he is, he is still human.

You will feel tired, doubtful, and sad.

Even the greatest prophet can feel despair, fear the future, and be at a loss for what to do.

This truth will not disappoint Tulls; he will only feel that the face he has been unable to see all along has finally become clear.

While brilliance can certainly attract attention, excessive radiance can also inspire fear.

The current prophet is neither dazzling nor unappealing; rather, he inspires people to want to follow him.

"........."

Silence, a suffocating silence.

Turs didn't raise his head. He could sense that the prophet in front of him hadn't left either, and was quietly watching him with his head down.

Will he be angry?

Do you ever get annoyed by a group of persistent followers?

Turs didn't know the answer, nor did he dare to confirm it with the Prophet.

But deep down, he still harbored a sliver of unrealistic hope.

Please don't abandon us, even if you're annoyed.

Finally, after a long day had passed in a daze, Tulls’s stiff body moved.

He heard a sigh... from the mouth of the prophet.