He Sai blinked.
"Without your Divine Ash Bullet, I might have died long ago."
Lu Bu'er shrugged: "Scholars don't need to wield rifles on the battlefield and engage in gunfire like soldiers do, because a well-used pen can kill just as effectively, perhaps even more so. Everyone has their strengths and weaknesses, your Talent is truly wasted on the battlefield... I can at most affect the outcome of a single battle, but what you can change may be an entire era. Don't sell yourself short, many people envy your Talent."
These words, of course, were not just mere consolation.
Because in the dream he had, He Sai was that kind of person.
Even Omega was wary of him.
"I understand."
Though still perplexed, He Sai regained some confidence.
However, at that moment, he suddenly felt a burst of heat, couldn't help but wipe his forehead, and looked toward the East: "Brother Lu, do you feel...very hot?"
Lu Bu'er attempted to touch his own forehead, a bead of sweat rolled down.
