Time and fate, sometimes, are just cycles of reincarnation.
The holy yet cunning evil creature stands on the stage, showing off its power and strength, playing with the destiny of mortals, and enjoying the despair and struggle of the weak...
"Here we go again..."
This familiar scene makes Xia Qin feel like she's back in a nightmare.
"Xiao Min, Xie Wancheng, Ah Long, Min Te'an..."
And the familiar faces on the Mother Tree reveal that this is not a dream, but an even harsher reality.
Feeling powerless once more, the blaze ignites again in her chest in the next instant.
The pledge to never give up hope is also a curse that doesn't know the meaning of giving up.
Being a Sword Saint seems destined to clash with all obstacles from the beginning, or simply to kill themselves in the process.
She looks at the familiar evil creature on the stage. It's just a more formidable enemy, and she is no longer the same person as she was two months ago...
"Hold on."
