"Master, we cannot escape. Hua Chou will become stronger and stronger, and he may even ascend to become the Moon God. Now is our only chance to eliminate him," Li Xinghua said.
"Alright, then tell me everything you've seen in detail. The more meticulous, the better," Zhu Minglang nodded in agreement, realizing that mere evasion was indeed meaningless.
Since Li Xinghua was confident, Zhu Minglang certainly couldn't show any cowardice.
Dewdrops slowly fell onto the soil; in the courtyard, the lilies of the valley swayed quietly in the dignity of the wind. Li Xinghua sat upright in a chair, recounting one situation after another in a calm tone, while Zhu Minglang sat earnestly in front of her, each sentence tugging at his heart.
He took a deep breath. Even though he hadn't experienced it firsthand, Zhu Minglang could feel the brutality of this struggle through Li Xinghua's descriptions, as if he had had a dream that was exceptionally real.
