"Anyway..." Liu Tingruo wanted to defend herself.
"Anyway, you all have your difficulties," Jiang Shu curled his lip, interrupting with a flick of his wrist the spell that kept the furnace burning blue, "Let's start with your troubles, Miss Liu."
"Um," Liu Tingruo nodded, "There is a technique that, if developed, could benefit many, many people and also liberate many, many people."
"But does researching it require a lot of blood and sacrifice?" Jiang Shu easily guessed the subtext of her words.
"Um," Liu Tingruo nodded again, her beautiful eyes filled with turmoil.
Such turmoil was even more intense than debating whether to have pork ribs in soy sauce or in a clear soup at night.
"If I really had to say..." Jiang Shu spoke without much thought, "I would just be a passenger."
"A passenger?" It was the first time Liu Tingruo had heard such an option.
