Borjigin Nian spoke, a look of confusion flashing across her face as she glanced towards Tan Nv, whose complexion was as pale as blood.
"It's almost time! It's almost time!" A trace of blood-red appeared suddenly in the chaotic eyes of Tan Nv as she anxiously spoke in the unique accent of the Foreign Tribe,
Upon hearing this, Borjigin Nian was startled, and his hand, which was wiping the blood from Gu Changsheng's face, paused. "What's almost time?"
"Amitabha! Such is fate! Such is fate! Benefactor Tan Nv, this is the tribulation of your life. I hope you consider it clearly!" The Little Monk Bu Jie, seeing this, spoke again.
