Zhao Changhe stared at him in a daze, unable to speak.
Yes, Han Wubing is indeed afflicted, his emotions incomplete, rendering the Witch Gu meaningless to him. Inside his body, it could only wander aimlessly like a headless fly. If one speaks of cause and effect, perhaps even the Heavenly Dao didn't expect this? What is Heaven's will?
"But you might be plagued by illness from now on... I might not be able to cure it. Do you regret it?"
Han Wubing looked at him quizzically, as if not understanding why he would ask such a weak question, then he laughed: "No regrets."
With Han Wubing's words still echoing, a muffled groan suddenly sounded from beyond the heavens.
The scheme of Witch Gu that had been laid down for two epochs was completely shattered here, and the Heavenly Dao inevitably suffered some backlash.
And His backlash was not limited to this.
...
"Heaven's blessing..."
