At this very moment, suspended beyond the sky between the Endless Sea and Xiematai, a few people stood atop the colossal, illusory form of Xuan Niao, anxiously looking down at the transformations happening within the light.
Kua Fu's patience was running out. He downed another whole can of beer in one gulp, scratched his head, and looked toward Xuan Niao. "Can it be done?"
"How would I know?" Xuan Niao answered without raising his head, brows furrowed, as if he had already glimpsed some ominous sign.
Kua Fu was dumbfounded. "Isn't this your arrangement?"
The old man glanced back at him. "It should be said, this is her own choice."
"..." Kua Fu didn't know what to say. "But there should be some kind of sign, right? You didn't see anything?"
"No. Using the Eye of Stars, I saw it very clearly—certain death."
