"Foolish," Zhang Wei muttered under his breath. If one's fate was predetermined by their actions, what purpose did this self-imposed prison serve?
He adamantly refused to embrace such a notion, suspecting that hell and Heaven held secrets beyond what met the eye.
[I do not possess all the answers to mysteries of hell and heaven Host. These are merely legends and tales. However, the descent of the heavenly dragon confirmed the existence of a higher dimension. It was a formidable being, unparalleled in power, and my master regarded it as a god sent down from the heavens.]
'How can a god meet its demise?' Zhang Wei's curiosity stirred, eager to discover the identity of the enigmatic master behind the Book of Destiny.
[That, Host, is not of immediate importance. Our primary concern lies in the fact that my master has yet to reappear since her mysterious disappearance.]
"...."
Zhang Wei fell into a contemplative silence.
Somehow, he can guess where it was going.
