Hearing the entire story, Stan let out a slow breath and let his shoulders drop by a fraction.
The whole story sat in his mind like a heavy stone. A cultivator who had drained an entire world of its cosmic energy, banished four races to a hidden pocket realm, and concealed Earth from the notice of the cosmos itself, all to protect two ordinary people from the possibility of being caught in the wars of the strong.
He went that far, Stan thought slowly. For something as simple as keeping two mundane people safe.
He wasn't sure whether to be horrified or moved. Both, perhaps. He sat with the story for a moment, letting it settle.
Then a question surfaced; "Instead of doing all that, wouldn't creating a stronger protection talisman for them have been simpler? Something that could shield them from any threat that came near them, without needing to restructure the entire world?"
