Tang Xian shook his head. Even Song Que, who was the embodiment of pure chaotic will, held a baseline of justice.
He believed that even if the two personalities merged, Song Que would probably still be the same Song Que capable of bearing the title of a hero.
His thoughts returned to Qing JiuYu, and he stopped pondering over Song Que.
Tang Xian was certainly a person with normal preferences. Should he one day need to share his life with someone, Tang Xian would naturally choose a woman.
He would then find a suitable ovum through intimate contact to pass on his ancestral chromosomes.
As for which woman would provide that suitable ovum, that was another life's ultimate question to resolve, though not urgently so.
After reaching the top of the sinkhole, Tang Xian took down the portable teleportation rift, set the coordinates, and activated it.
He could already smell the air beyond the towering ridges through his breaths.
