"Heh, indeed, it does have a somewhat unique personality." The Wise Sovereign gazed at the distant Hanging Jail Stairway, the glimmer on his glasses constantly flickering, as if observing the scene inside through the Magical Energy Array.
After a while, the Sage softly said, "However, cherishing one's own life is not a bad thing in itself."
Angel: "Cherishing life, the Wise Sovereign's remark is quite tactful."
Do mentors now see students through rose-colored lenses? Although from a certain perspective, this could be considered cherishing life, Angel still could not empathize with the Wood Spirit that played dead for decades without moving.
"Tactful?" The Sage glanced at Angel in confusion.
Angel: "It refers to the wisdom of handling social relationships."
The Sage felt skeptical. Although this word sounded like a compliment, what Angel said made him feel a bit strange. Was it his illusion?
