In this world, where truly exists an eternal inheritance?
Normally, Xiao Qiang hadn't pondered this question and didn't feel much about it, but when Brother Cang Han brought it up, a sense of melancholy suddenly welled up in his heart. He had come to the Primordial Chaos continent, alone and friendless.
Though he had long grown accustomed to solitude, he gradually befriended people within the sect. Yu Wenbai, Chubby Boy—these individuals were like brothers to him. Yet, as the calamity approaches, everything becomes inevitably unstoppable.
He already knows the future, but knowing the future yet being unable to change it is the most agonizing reality.
Cang Han was unaware of what Xiao Qiang was thinking at the moment, he merely smiled bitterly and said, "Today, Brother spoke nonsense. However, I urge you to remember my words well. I have some matters to attend to, so I will take my leave for today."
