A gust of cold wind blew, and Ou Yangming shrank his neck.
He felt cold all over, and a chill seeped out from his bone marrow and pores on his body. He shook his head and replied to Big Yellow, "I don't know, but don't worry too much. The sky won't fall and even if it does, someone tall will hold it up."
Ou Yangming was only a top-grade Spiritualist at the moment.
Even top-grade Venerable Ones could not solve the disaster that had existed for tens of thousands of years so how could he do it?
One should act according to one's abilities—this could be applied anywhere. If Ou Yangming rolled up his sleeves and asked people not to worry and count on him, he would be overestimating his abilities without knowing where he stood.
