"Shouldn't we pass down all our skills and abilities?" Qu Chen's voice was very soft, yet it exploded beside my ear like a clap of thunder. I stared at him blankly as a myriad of thoughts surged through my heart.
True, we could resolve an immediate crisis, but what about a hundred years from now? A thousand years from now? As the demonic arts rise by a foot, the Dao rises by ten; only a continuous stream of fresh strength could safeguard the peace of this land.
"You mean..." I gripped his hand tightly, my gaze resolute, "teaching our path of cultivation to the children in the village who possess spiritual roots?"
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