For a long time, she barely managed to calm her breathing, slowly raised her head, and met Chu Zheng's calm, unruffled eyes. On her face, she forced a smile that was almost bleak.
She nodded slightly, her voice carrying an unusual calmness, as if she had long accepted this final outcome:
"If that's the case... fellow Daoist, go ahead and take your fate."
Her gaze seemed to penetrate Chu Zheng's body, looking into the void distance, gazing at the already gone Ancient Times, her tone ethereal, carrying a trace of reminiscence:
"Back then... in the Ancient Times, when I decided to help you... I had already foreseen that there might be today's outcome. Being able to help you, fellow Daoist, reach this step, I have no regrets."
Upon hearing these words, a barely noticeable ripple appeared in the lake of Chu Zheng's heart, but it was instantly suppressed by reason and the memory, just revived, belonging to "Daoist Ancestor Zheng Chu."
