Qiu Tu lit a cigarette, leaned against the railing, and gazed into the distance with Doris.
The red glow flickered in the night breeze, as if it represented their hearts.
After a moment, exhaling a puff of smoke, Qiu Tu spoke first.
He held the cigarette between his fingers, squinting his eyes as he said, "We must hold off those Divine Kings. Even if it means a hard confrontation, we have to stall them."
Upon hearing Qiu Tu's words, Doris glanced at him, then sighed softly, "We can't hold them off."
"All three Divine Kings are coming. I can't resist for long."
Qiu Tu said earnestly, "I can help you hold them off. Ease your pressure."
Hearing Qiu Tu's words, Doris couldn't help but glance at him. Although she didn't say anything, her look betrayed her inner thought: You?
Qiu Tu didn't explain, instead, he spoke of the reasons for having to stall, "Our strength is limited. Wanting revenge, wanting to overthrow the four Divine Kings. It's useless relying on ourselves."
