"Teacher?"
Houtu softly murmured, looking at the elderly figure that had appeared ahead.
Everything around became misty and blurred.
Hongjun's towering figure appeared somewhat hunched at this moment.
He frowned as he looked at Houtu, gently sighed, and said, "The time has come."
Houtu, the Ancestral Witch, gently furrowed her brow and bowed her head, remaining silent.
Hongjun asked, "Logically speaking, you should have already comprehended your own mission. Today, the Sea of Blood and Minghe are about to die, and it's time for you to fulfill this task... Do you have any questions?"
"Teacher, this disciple has too many questions."
Houtu raised her head to look at Hongjun, and said slowly:
"I want to ask you, Teacher, what exactly is right and what is wrong?"
"Right and wrong depend on the matter and the context," Hongjun said slowly, "Why do you have this question?"
