"That means! That means the Nanming Lihuo Sword probably isn't here anymore. Otherwise, why would everything have been peaceful for the past thirty thousand years, but these past decades show signs of change?"
She closed her eyes and spoke with difficulty: "We might... have been late." She really didn't want to share this speculation with Changtian, but the heavy fear was poorly concealed, and Changtian knew her too well.
Changtian remained silent, his chest not even heaving. His icy temperature made her feel as if she was holding a stone. He must be more terrified than her regarding this conclusion, right? Despite arriving here with great efforts, if even the last sliver of hope evaporates, how would he react? She herself would surely become deranged.
She's really foolish, it's just a hypothesis, why voice it now?
