After a moment of silence, Ma Shun summoned the courage to cautiously ask, "May I... ask you a question?"
"Go ahead," Chen Xuan replied flatly.
"Why do you... want to go to Baihe Village?"
If it was because he was drawn there, then it was truly a sin worthy of death.
"Didn't you say that place has suffered a disaster? Such a place suits me."
Disaster? Ma Shun immediately understood; the other was referring to the sudden "celestial chance." After all, human-made calamities are also disasterous and the devastation they cause isn't much less than droughts or floods.
Realizing this, he only saw gray before his eyes and felt a suicidal urge. Great disasters always give rise to evildoers; it's a truth everyone knows. They appear to be drawn by the scent of death; the more despairing and painful a place is, the more likely demon fiends are to appear.
