"Each drink, each peck, each thought, each life, all are predestined by Heaven. You are not the one to end the catastrophe, truly beyond my expectations..."
A Chang spoke with a leisurely tone, her gaze toward the blood cocoon full of complexity.
As she spoke, two phantasms appeared beside her: a middle-aged man carrying four swords, and an old man riding a reverse bull.
The two phantasms stood by A Chang's side, their gaze toward the blood cocoon that Su Tu turned into, filled with infinite complexity.
"This is the last epoch, all will settle here," the phantasm of the old man on the bull sighed.
The middle-aged man looked reluctant: "He is not the one to end the catastrophe, yet we have entrusted him, putting such a child through this ordeal; my heart cannot bear it, nor can I say something like 'a piece of uncut jade cannot be made into a vessel...'"
A Chang remained silent, her gaze imperceptibly shifted elsewhere.
