"Apocalypse?!"
Zhong Shenxiu's hand holding the wine glass suddenly halted.
I was just eating hotpot and singing songs with my buddies, and now you're seriously discussing the apocalypse with me.
Are you sure you're not just messing with me?
"Burp... Everything has its process of birth, existence, and oblivion..." Leon let out a satisfied burp, speaking indifferently, "But it's nothing much... After all, the prophecy of the White Tower puts the apocalypse on the scale of 90,000 years from now... It has only been moved forward a hundred years."
"Leon, you need to pay attention to something."
Serpiano said with a stern face, "The catastrophe 90,000 years from now is an apocalyptic-level disaster, but that doesn't mean that within these 90,000 years, something couldn't happen that would bring about the end earlier... like... those great beings personally descending into our mundane world..."
