"The celestial phenomena were in chaos, and the fight had begun."
In Old Yin Mountain, although she didn't possess the same foresight as her family elders to discern the world's trends, her own intelligence made it easy enough to guess the extent of the chaos unfolding outside.
Thus, Zhao Sanyi, Chen Abao, Fourth Miss Zhou Ying, and the Madman from the Theft Disaster Sect all felt a looming pressure. They looked at Hu Ma with anxiety and worry, unsure how to persuade him.
Given their relationships, speaking casually wasn't easy. However, the Madman from the Theft Disaster Sect, lazy and unrestrained, simply said to Hu Ma, "Once blades draw blood, it's no longer interesting. Moreover, even the act of fending off disasters has become dull."
"The outcome of the struggle between Hall Gods and disaster ghosts doesn't rest in your hands."
"Why don't you ask Young Master Hu to come out? Let us talk to him directly."
"..."
"If not in our hands, then in whose?"
