At this moment.
Bao Gucheng held the wine glass tightly, the light in his eyes gradually extinguishing.
Humans painstakingly pray for divine protection every day, while the gods undertake many of their causes and effects.
Then what about the gods themselves?
He clung to his last ounce of hope, rushing back overnight from Qingcheng Mountain, just to catch Master Wu Ming and search for the last known whereabouts of Xi Zuzi.
But Wu Ming left behind a vague statement, and died.
The frail link was completely broken.
So, when Xi Qingfeng spoke, the man's expression was quite unhappy: "I don't have the mood to chat with you."
Xi Qingfeng hit a brick wall but remained unchanged, putting down his wine glass, picking up the delicate knife and fork by the plate, and fiddling with them:
"I heard that the last operation on my sister's phone was a call to you, and it was you she wanted to find last night. Aren't you going to explain?"
