"I have no intention to argue with you!"
Lu Yuzhen waved his sleeve to summon back the white paper, and the snow-like paper swirled back to the Heavenly Peak, the golden and white colors once again sharply dividing this world.
The Daoist Master took a deep breath, regaining his calm, and said slowly, "The River of Destiny is so vast... You are willing to sacrifice your life for it, I can't stop you, nor do I want to... Just don't stop me!"
Hearing this.
The young monk merely shook his head and smiled, saying, "Do you wish to manipulate destiny, to reverse cause and effect, how could one not intervene?"
"Those cicadas, they are born at dawn and die by dusk."
Lu Yuzhen said coldly, "These people... what is there to save? Are you willing to give yourself up for them?"
"Why not."
The Zen Master still smiled.
In the next moment.
