The words of the white-haired man made Ling Tianyu pause with the teacup he had just lifted. He knew what those words meant.
"Mutated?" Ling Tianyu tilted his head back and drank the tea in one gulp.
"Yes," the white-haired man said, "There are two ways to solve it."
"The first one, find a being from the earliest batch of ancient beings. Such a person can resolve it."
"The second way is to endure inhuman suffering, which can be resolved as well." The white-haired man looked at Ling Tianyu and said, "You can choose for yourself."
Hearing the white-haired man say this, Ling Tianyu realized that both methods could work.
"If the first method is available, that's the best. If not, the second one is the only option." Ling Tianyu said.
