"What are you saying?" Zhu Minglang asked.
"White Sun is undergoing the punishment of reincarnation. It must start its reincarnation from the weakest creatures in the world, the plankton, moths, flies, white sparrows... Only by personally experiencing the insignificance of being a creature, dying over and over in humiliation, will it reflect on the sins of scorching the living beings as the sun in the sky," the old lady said.
The old lady's words drastically changed Zhu Minglang's expression.
He glanced at the place where he was "born", where the white silk threads had melted like snow, forming a forest lake of snow water.
