"Let's hope so," the old man murmured, his voice full of exhaustion. They had persevered in this world for far too long, so long that they had forgotten their original intentions. Unknowingly, protecting the First Emperor's Mausoleum had become an obsession deeply rooted in their hearts, serving as their motivation to persist. Otherwise, the moment the schemes of the Qi Cultivators failed, they would have perished in martyrdom.
Huan Xingzi could not understand the old man, just as he could not imagine what a mad era it had been. The First Emperor had been so close to overturning the order of heaven and earth, to stand in place of Heavenly Court, and to accomplish the grand feat of defying fate. Alas, fortune was not on his side; it was not the right time, and in the end, his efforts came to nothing due to the intervention of All Saints.
"Are you certain Ying Xi is beyond help?" the old man changed the subject.
