The Saiyang Sect's Great Witch stared blankly at Fan Wubing,
"Why?"
Fan Wubing said, "You have always had the ability to explore wider worlds; you're just afraid of losing everything once you leave the Snow Mountain. But if the Ancient Immortals feared failing to ascend and dying in the torrent of the world, would there still be Ancient Immortals? Faith should be a source of hope and spirit, not the master of will."
These words, like raindrops, fell into everyone's ears.
And this heavy rain nearly covered the entire Eternal Night Snow Mountain.
Fan Wubing withdrew from the will of the Seven Luminaries.
"The choice is always in your hands. To have a choice and be afraid to choose is always hateful."
In the snowfield below,
Guan Xin heard these words, slightly lowered her head, unsure of what she was thinking.
She looked at the snowfield, frowning as she watched.
Am I trembling? Why am I shaking nonstop?
No, it's the snowfield that's trembling.
