Standing before the light column, everyone was bidding farewell to the people of the Rain Master Tribe, having recovered through a day's cultivation, everyone's mental state had reached its best Realm.
In contrast to the others' demeanor, Zhu Bufan appeared silent and reticent, furrowing his brows and not uttering a word on his way to the Earth Gate, only quietly contemplating the mystifying words the Grand Priest of the Rain Master Tribe had spoken to him yesterday.
"The thousand-year-old spiral of destiny pauses when you leave but will soon start moving again, the twisted wheel of time will also rotate once more, and from then on, your fate will become unpredictable, darkness will accompany you on your path ahead."
The Grand Priest's gaze, as if piercing through the curtains before her, seemed to land directly upon Zhu Bufan, whose sharp gaze, although not physically upon him, still unsettled him.
