"Tsk tsk tsk."
Chu Dazhuang listened to Tang Tian's words, feeling a wave of emotion inside.
"This damn thing..."
As he spoke, Chu Dazhuang glanced at Tang Tian with a light lift of his eyes, noticing a trace of misery in her gaze, and at that moment, Chu Dazhuang didn't say anything, but instead asked directly.
"So..."
Chu Dazhuang said, then looked tentatively at Tang Tian sitting on the sofa: "How many years have you been here now?"
Upon hearing this, Tang Tian also let out a relieved smile, followed by a sigh, as if the burden of suffering she had borne was about to end with nonchalance.
Then, Tang Tian lifted her eyes to look at Chu Dazhuang and started speaking with a light laugh.
"Now, it has just been three thousand years."
Upon hearing this, Chu Dazhuang nodded: "Then that's not bad for you, isn't it almost over now?"
At this point, Chu Dazhuang paused, then realized something, "Oh, right, you said you still need a fated person to help you cross over, right?"
