He watched those people, shouting for the Saint Master to leave, and like moths to a flame, they vanished into smoke.
He was expressionless, his heart as calm as an ancient well.
——
Within the Heavenly Destiny City.
"Sometimes, dying is easier than living."
The Old Taoist spoke in a low tone, "He knows that he is destined to die sooner or later, but he cannot die now."
"With death, everything ends. To watch the Holy Land perish helplessly... "
Prince Zhen Nan fell silent, contemplating the Royal City.
Should one day, he face such a situation.
Perhaps he would choose to rise in rebellion, only to fall immediately.
Death is already a predestined result!
But to die a few days later means to carry endless sorrow and guilt!
"He survived to be a Saint Master, leaving a sliver of hope."
The old man in the sun robe spoke gravely, "So the hope lies here..."
The spirituality within the flames was the true primordial spirit of the Shangri Saint Master.
