The wizard said, "32 generations." Without the mask covering, the expression on the wizard's face while speaking evoked a terrifying feeling of discomfort.
But Xu Xingguang did not feel sick or afraid.
She was full of respect for the wizard.
To guard Granny Feng's prophecy, and to wait for the light that could save their people, these 32 people sacrificed everything they had.
Xu Xingguang caressed the shard in her hand, sensing a strong obsession within it, perhaps Granny Feng's deep-seated desire.
"Wizard, you shouldn't pin all hopes of saving the Green Blood People solely on me. I can lead you into battle, but whether you can be used as a sharp blade depends on your people's performance."
The wizard solemnly nodded, "Miss Xu is right."
"Starting from today." Xu Xingguang stood up, and the light fell on her head, truly giving off a sense of a savior's destiny.
