"Such a thing happened?" Qian, the master of the Desolate Land, rose to his feet, considering this as the biggest gain of the day.
"So, can you think about it, have you encountered any odd occurrences?"
Qian pondered for a moment and said, "If we're talking about the strangest event, it has to be the collision of worlds. In the past six thousand years, our world has collided with three other worlds."
"Usually, the probability of a world collision is very small, but your world has suffered three consecutive collisions. This shouldn't just be bad luck; someone must be facilitating it from behind the scenes."
Qian conceded to Jiang Li's point, "We initially thought it was just bad luck, but after hearing your insights, I now suspect there's more to it than meets the eye."
"What happened to the worlds after the collision?"
