"If you leave now, we'll all die," The old man exclaid, placing all his hopes on Xu Shan.
However, even as he talked about such a serious matter, Xu Shan didn't show the slightest reaction.
"And...?" he asked, seemingly confused as to why it should concern him.
The old man was stumped for words. He soon ca out of his daze, before he started explaining the trouble that this Realm was facing, especially from the invaders.
He talked about the despair that the people of this world faced with great detail, trying to ignite so sympathy in the heart of the man who didn't show any reaction.
He talked about the people who were dragged away against their wills, the families that were destroyed, lives that were lost.
He described the pain and suffering inflicted upon the innocent, the anguish and desperation that filled their hearts every day.
He didn't want to paint a picture of hopelessness though, so he also shared stories of resilience and bravery.
He spoke about the courageous individuals who stood up against the invaders, risking their lives for the greater good.
He recounted tales of small victories and monts of unity, where the people were able to rally together to fight.
"And you want to help you?" Xu Shan asked, his thoughts impossible for anyone to guess just from his expressions alone.
The old man didn't reply in words. He dropped to his knees before Xu Shan, forgetting all about his dignity. His actions were enough to convey how desperate he was.
Xu Shan could see it as well. However, it wasn't as if he didn't expect this. When he arrived in this world, he had already noticed the carnage which was enough for him to guess what had happened in his absence.
Still, it didn't concern him. In the vast universe, there were always wars. In every world, there were strong people oppressing the weak. If he wanted, he could end this war in an instant, but there was sothing else in his mind.
He had two weeks of free ti. He was only getting bored in the Divine Realm, so this was an interesting place to be. But his entertainnt wasn't the reason he was letting this war go on. Instead, he had another important purpose.
He had already discovered a few Holy Books, yet there were more whose whereabouts were unknown. And in a War of this scale, he had a feeling that sothing really interesting might happen.
Often, in the face of adversity, the Sons of Destiny rose through the ranks, helped by the Blessings of Heaven they were born with. And an event like this was a great opportunity for such a thing.
At least the possibility of a hero appearing and becoming the hope of these people wasn't non-existent. If he ended the war, then even if there was a so-called hero in this world, he wasn't going to appear, which was no different than a wasted opportunity.
If what he guessed ca true, then he could benefit. He might even find another book. And if he didn't appear, then it wasn't a loss to him either, since this matter didn't affect him.
"Two weeks," Xu Shan uttered, his intent shrouded in ambiguity.
"Two weeks?" The old man looked up, asking in confusion.
"There's a saying where I ca from," Xu Shan spoke. "It says that God only helps those who help themselves. So two weeks... I'll give you two weeks. If you can show your resilience and survive for two weeks, then I will consider helping you."
Although he was saying that he would help them, but the old man felt as if he was tossed straight into the abyss. Two weeks? It was hard for them to even survive one week, let alone two. By the ti these two weeks were over, there was going to be nothing left for him to save.
"We can't survive two weeks. Even this place would fall in the next few days. Most of our fighting force is destroyed, and the ones who are left can't hold them back for long. With each passing day, the number of enemies keeps increasing!" The old man exclaid.
He didn't understand why Xu Shan wanted to wait for two weeks. They were already fighting with their lives on the line. Was that not enough for him to understand how desperate they were? He wanted to watch them be massacred for two weeks?
"I beg you!" He couldn't accept Xu Shan's conditions. The old man pleaded, his voice choked with desperation. "We need help now. Lives are being lost every day. Waiting is not an option anymore."
In the distance, the young girl watched her father plead Xu Shan, yet the young man looked uninterested. It was as if they were ants for him and a battle between ants wasn't worth his concern.
Tears welled up in her eyes as she realized that their pleas fell on deaf ears. The person she had started considering as an angel turned out to be sothing else entirely.
She couldn't understand that man. One mont, he was the devil who frightened the Luo Clan Ancestor. The next mont, he was an angel who brought her ho safely without putting a single finger on her.
And now he was sothing in between... He wasn't an angel to save them right away, but he wasn't the demon to just leave, crushing their hopes.
He seed to have his own agenda, sothing that she couldn't quite decipher. He carried himself with an air of mystery, leaving her confused about his true intentions.
The old man placed his head on the ground, pleading Xu Shan. But there was only silence. After a long ti, he felt a hand on his shoulder.
With a shine in his eyes, he raised his head. It was only after he raised his head, he realized that it wasn't Xu Shan consoling him. Instead, it was his daughter.
As for Xu Shan, he was nowhere to be found.
"He is gone..." The girl told her father, her eyes still wet. On the wall, two words were imprinted using the Celestial Energy.
"Two Weeks...."
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