For Chen Zhixing, it was nothing more than a small expected interlude.
Overall, this enlightenment, this awakening, may have changed nothing for him, or perhaps changed everything.
Who knows?
Seeing the Snow Demon King's expression of shock mingled with joy, Chen Zhixing stood up and slightly bowed to him.
"Ancestor, this is probably the last time I will pay my respects to you. Rest assured, my parents will return to Jiangzhou in eighty-eight years, and they will visit you then. As for the curse that troubles this Snowfield Plateau, I think before they return, I'll solve it for you. As for the position of Snow Demon King you mentioned for me to inherit..."
Chen Zhixing slightly smiled at this point: "Perhaps you might just be the last Snow Demon King."
...
The position of Snow Demon King was a role that appeared due to the curse on the Snowfield Plateau.
Neither aging nor dying, not born, not perishing.
