The weather at sea was so splendid, yet the ship's kitchen was fraught with an ominous aura that would send shivers down anyone's spine, making them tremble at the sight of decayed flesh squirming with maggots and transforming into butterflies.
It was as if warning Lu Bu'er.
Of the dangers he was about to face.
And yet, Medanzo had not returned.
He fell silent for a moment before he realized that his experience seemed to overlap with that of his parents from five hundred years ago. Now, he had to flee with a huge secret, eluding the pursuit of a terrifying deity from Ancient Times, threading the line between life and death.
Fate was too coincidental, giving him a strange sensation.
As if he was walking the path his parents had left unfinished.
As if he was completing the deeds his parents hadn't finished.
Even though five hundred years had passed.
