Those who survive are heroes.
Those who die are extraordinary.
Gu Shen had no interest in exploring the man's bizarre notions of saving or destroying the world reflected in the mirror of the compass... He just wanted to remember those eyes, soaked in blood and kindled fire, eyes with quite unique spiritual characteristics that no matter how much he looked, he never seemed to see enough, and no matter how much he tried, he couldn't remember.
"Have you written it down?"
As he spoke, the man suddenly asked.
Gu Shen was taken aback.
"I can't quite remember it," he replied with composure, candidly adding, "Why don't you reveal your entire face so I can have a good look... Actually, I don't mind being a savior, nor do I mind sending you to the Eighteen Layers of Hell."
The man couldn't help but chuckle.
"It's really... better to arrive at the right time rather than early. Cui Zhongcheng isn't as interesting as you."
