"What does it matter if you can foresee it? If you can't foresee it... what does it matter... Alas. Everything is destiny, not half of it can be controlled by man. Could it be, senior, that even you have not seen through it? Why bother coming to find me, a worthless man."
In the Ten Thousand Year Tears Spring, there came the hoarse and painful voice, as if the speaker exerted all his strength with each word spoken, making it tiring for both the speaker and the listener.
A silhouette drifted through the fog and landed atop the Tear Spring, Xiao Sanxiao's face slightly changed upon hearing the words, seemingly grasping something, "Mud Buddha, have you decided to remain silent? No, you cannot remain silent, this time you must help him, for if you do not, he might truly never be able to walk out of the Sky."
