C329 Sacristy

His voice was filled with sorrow.

It was a sort of helplessness, a sort of uncontrollable pain.

The word 'fate' clearly stated everything. No matter what, could one not escape from the word 'fate'?

How sad it was to think about it.

Mu Tian raised the saber in his hand and slashed at the aboriginals.

This blade did not slash down on this aboriginal. Rather, it was this so-called fate