"Little girl?" White Spirit looked at Su He.
If something happened to the little girl, she should be the first to sense it, since the little one not only borrowed her turtle egg to be born but was also her soul beast in a past life.
Her senses were sharper than those of Su He and Su Huanian.
A hexagram pattern appeared behind White Spirit's head as if she was about to calculate something, but the next moment, it scattered.
White Spirit froze for a moment, then looked ahead at the Realm of Oblivion and chuckled softly: "It's not the little one in trouble, it's this world..."
Despite countless calculations, we never foresaw this end—will Mystery Yellow inevitably perish?
Every plan exhaustively made, the outcome unchanged... indeed, the predicted end is the fixed end!
If this world is in trouble... something happened with Thai Zu? Yuan succeeded? Su He was momentarily stunned; how could such a thing exist?!
Could a mere mud eel actually defeat Thai Zu?
