Altering fate will certainly come at a terrible price. If one cannot bear this cost, then the disaster will be transferred to close blood relatives or others associated with oneself.
Gao Ming watched as the wrinkles were torn from the old lady, watched her hand pierced by the blade, watched the shadow within her emit endless malice.
"Why must she endure such torment? Why was I chosen?"
Amidst the brilliant blade light came the companion's regret, the red string snapped, the bell fell to the ground, and as Gao Ming spoke, he had already swung the blade down.
He wanted to kill Lu Cang, desperately wanted him dead.
The shadow on the old lady could not speak before being split in two, its body began to burn, and Gao Ming grabbed that shadow's head.
