By the lakeside, Zhao Bai stared at his reflection in the water and found his face pale as death.
Standing behind him was a nun with a compassionate demeanor, softly giving instructions one after another.
"When the time comes, you will show up there. Let Chen take your life with one swift strike, no need for unnecessary words. This way, you can have a quick death.
Afterwards, I will perform a transference ritual for you. Your soul will reincarnate in this miniature world, and in the next life, you might find peace and clarity."
A gentle breeze brushed across the lake's surface near Yu Yong City. Staring at the water's reflection, Zhao Bai's face seemed to grow even paler.
For a long time, he feigned composure, though his expression betrayed a deep desolation:
"So, this means... I must die?
Am I not supposed to... am I not supposed to live... until the Demon Lord Mara wreaks havoc?"
The nun sighed with a faint trace of regret:
