This question was like a thorn in Zhao Xu's heart, and it locked onto everything that Zhao Xu had just heard.
"answer me?" Zhao Xu asked.
In an instant, the old man's entire body started to melt like a candle. He couldn't withstand even a tiny bit of Zhao Xu's will.
Eh?
I didn't cast a 'wish' just now, did I?
No, I didn't want you to die.
Zhao Xu raised his head with a hint of deep doubt. In an instant, the entire sky started to transform. It was like a perfect ink painting that was continuously being painted with new colors as it was being processed by a new artist.
David's deer.
Then, he started to make it more and more detailed, and Zhao Xu also saw some clues in that instant.
The starry sky appeared, the sun and the moon appeared, the mountains appeared, time appeared, and life appeared.
It was as if he was the creator, and everything was intertwining in the void and chaos, crossing each other.
Am I asking the world, or is the world asking me?
