In the chaotic torrent of Disaster Energy, this world had long since fallen apart.
But Lin Hui and Qimei remained floating, motionless. For them, who had long been accepted by the Disaster Energy, the simple wash of Disaster Power was no threat. It was even nourishing.
"My good disciple... Although I never passed on our sect's ultimate techniques to you, the fact that you could, after so many years, create a supreme technique of your own that resembles our foundation shows that you were born to be the heir to our Jiuxiao Sect's lineage." A trace of genuine joy appeared on Qimei's face.
"You cannot escape it, nor should you. This is your innate destiny. Just as it was no accident that you arrived in that other world."
"?? What do you mean?" Lin Hui's expression hardened.
"Your body and soul are not native to that world. We are all the same—outsiders. Need I be any clearer?" Qimei smiled.
