"Between surviving and creating a miracle, what will you choose?" The woman's voice echoed in Zhou Wen's mind.
"I choose to live to create a miracle," Zhou Wen said calmly.
The woman had given Zhou Wen a framework, but he didn't believe that this framework was an ironclad principle that couldn't be transcended. Both paths were paths that the woman had set herself. Why did he have to choose the path that the woman had set?
The so-called two options the woman proposed weren't the best choice for Zhou Wen.
"Live on or create miracles. You can only choose one. There's no third option," the woman said.
"That's your path, not mine," Zhou Wen said.
"Oh, then tell me, what's your path?" the woman asked.
"Nothing is absolute in my path. Be it the girl or that weapon, they won't be a necessary existence for me," Zhou Wen said.
