Li Wenchan pressed his palms together and spoke faintly, "What if I regret it, and what if I don't?
You and I were able to come together, all thanks to fate, to destiny.
When fate comes, it will leave; when fate gathers, it will scatter; when fate arises, life is born; when fate falls, all perishes. All things arise from fate—everything is destiny…"
"Stop, stop, stop!"
Mo Xi hurriedly cut him off, saying, "Don't preach all that Great Dao stuff to me, I'm only asking you one thing—do you regret being with me?"
Li Wenchan once again fell into silence.
"As expected, getting you to answer this kind of question is harder than killing you!"
Mo Xi sighed back, then asked, "Back then, where exactly did you send my son?
Is he still alive now?"
Li Wenchan replied, "I sent him to a plane in the lower realm. As for whether he's still alive now, I don't know either."
As he said this, a trace of gloom also surfaced in his eyes.
