Chapter 217: Some roads must be walked by yourself

"I understand what you mean," Xu Si finally spoke, his voice steady, "but some things, if you don't experience them, you will never truly understand. The current Outsider world is no longer the relatively peaceful environment it once was."

"But..."

"Let him go," Xu Si interrupted Xu San, "some roads must be walked by oneself."

Zhang Chulan looked down at his own hands; he remembered clearly what kind of battles these hands had experienced in Biyou Village and what kind of failures they had encountered. Every setback was a reminder of his own weakness, and this realization could not be truly understood through someone else's description.

"I must go," he suddenly raised his head, his voice firm, his eyes flashing with unprecedented determination, "when I was in Biyou Village, I deeply realized my own inadequacies. If I don't even have the courage to face danger, then I will never be able to surpass who I am now."

"Zhang Chulan," Feng Baobao asked, blinking her eyes, "do you want to become stronger?"

"It's not just about becoming stronger," Zhang Chulan's voice was low and firm, "more importantly, it's about understanding what one is fighting for. Everyone has things they must protect, but without sufficient strength, such thoughts can only remain at the stage of a wish forever."

Xu Si and Xu San exchanged a meaningful look. They both saw gratification in each other's eyes. This young man had finally begun to truly think about his own path. He was no longer simply pursuing power, but had begun to think about the meaning behind that power.

"Since that's the case," Xu San revealed a hint of a smile, "then the intensity of the upcoming training will have to be increased. Don't you go crying about it, kid."

"I definitely won't let Brother San down!" Zhang Chulan's eyes flashed with a firm light.

At the same time, inside the Lu family mansion, the night had gradually deepened. The ancient architecture appeared exceptionally quiet under the moonlight, and the bamboo forest in the courtyard swayed with the wind, emitting a rustling sound.

Lu Linglong sat on the bay window of her room, the light from her phone screen reflecting on her delicate face. She had been waiting for this call for a long time, and finally, the familiar number appeared on the screen.

"Brother Lin Xuan!" Her voice carried undisguised joy, "Where are you now? I haven't seen you in a long time."

From the other end of the phone came Lin Xuan's gentle laughter: "I'm preparing for tomorrow's itinerary."