"Because Believers can gain strength by killing us demons."
"We can choose to flee, confront, or... study in the face of natural enemies!"
"That's why we must ponder over spirits, study them, and even acquire their powers in order to truly rise up."
"Do you understand?"
In a large mansion, Li Shidao, speaking to a youth sitting across from him sipping tea, explained earnestly.
The magnetic voice, emotive in its cadences, seemed to recite a poem, though what he held in his hand was a blue, crumpled piece of paper—if one observed carefully, it appeared to bear the creases of a kind of Thousand Paper Cranes.
As Li Shidao finished the last few words, the blue paper quickly disintegrated and vanished from his hands.
Then, he walked over and sat down in front of Fang Yu, snatched the teacup still at Fang Yu's lips, and emptied it in one gulp.
"That's mine..."
Fang Yu stopped speaking because Li Shidao was already smiling at him.
"Did you understand what I just said?"
