Yun Chonghe looked at the contemplative Zhou Bai and asked, "Zhou Bai, what do you plan to do next? Li Xiuzhu's will is like iron. Once he makes a decision, he will never easily give up. I'm afraid the power of the demon bloodline will only grow more intense across the world."
Ying Hui stood aside and sighed, feeling a sense of loss. He never expected that humanity would produce two potential leaders, only for them to part ways due to ideological differences.
But Ying Hui was helpless to do anything about it. Both Zhou Bai's and Li Xiuzhu's ideas had their own merits, and even he couldn't definitively say who was right or wrong.
He felt that in the grand tide of history, they were all so insignificant, and everything before them seemed so dark. Every step they took was like groping in the dark, as if no one knew what the future would hold.
