"I really want to dig his heart out and see what it's made of."
In this hurricane, the casualties were severe, which the old man found hard to come to terms with.
On the garbage star, so-called humans are hope.
But these hopes were massively dashed in the disaster, and even decades later, the lost Primordial Qi couldn't be recovered.
Although the younger generation suffered little to no casualties, a significant part of the backbone, the middle-aged group, was lost—a gap that time couldn't heal.
Thinking of these things, the old man's heart bled.
There was a faint realization in his mind that all this might have happened because of his wrong decisions.
One wrong step followed by another—if he hadn't...
No, none of this was his fault; it was all the Lord's to blame.
If he hadn't suddenly disappeared, none of this would have happened.
Yes, that's it.
Only by shifting all the blame onto someone else could the old man feel slightly better.
