Fangzheng said with a bitter smile, "Immortals don't care, but I care. Forget it. I'll use less of it in the future…"
Although he said that, when he thought about how the future he had seen with the Three Lives Zen Staff was emptiness, his heart trembled. He couldn't help but want to use his Heavenly Eye to see the future.
Looking at the future was equivalent to death. Damn it…
What a dilemma!
Fangzheng felt conflicted as he sighed and shook his head. He dispersed the chaos in his mind and opened the door to leave.
Without going to the front yard, Fangzheng strolled through the bamboo forest in the back mountain. He hoped that he could feel better by taking a stroll.
However, the more he walked, the more confused he became. The thought of the end of the world never dissipated, as if there was a fish bone stuck in his throat. It irritated him.
