All things strive and flourish with vitality.
Even in winter, the warm afternoon sun at the Academy still soothes the soul.
The view is limited to a small scope, but it doesn't stop Fu Qian from marveling at the beauty of life.
With just a few steps forward, he can clearly recognize that he is approaching the Benevolence Institute, and it's the same familiar one he knows.
Fake things can't become real, the Doomsday will eventually be defeated.
That's right, once he puts on the mask again, the Gospel, the weeping, the darkness, the fire claw...
Everything, like the wrath of Mother of the Gospel, has left no trace.
The false history has neatly and abruptly returned to fiction.
It seems that Mother of the Gospel finds "Jade Soul Master" easier to locate than finding him, prompting her to make a swift choice.
Though he doesn't know if a price must be paid, as a beneficiary of the circumstances, Fu Qian nonetheless feels his hardships validated.
"Professor Fu——"
