Grand Master Guzan struggled to maintain his consciousness.
The young can be formidable, he thought. He had felt this more than once.
Although his opponent was merely a consciousness, its intimidating aura was hardly inferior to his own. Moreover, Master Guzan could also sense the vast power behind it.
Perhaps the world truly was changing.
However, he still couldn't agree with what the Black Crow leader had said. The world has its own rhythms and won't change due to any individual's dissatisfaction. What is meant to be will eventually be; what hasn't happened yet simply means the time is not ripe.
Sometimes, people are also like that. Excessive pursuit of a certain state can lead one astray, to the point where they can no longer even find themselves.
