Having studied and contemplated for three months, Zhou Chuan still had not had a breakthrough or figured out what the rules were, but he had made a promise to the goddess, and it had already become an obsession.
Time is merciless, and mortals are insignificant. He felt a bit troubled—or rather, it was where affection begins.
Picking up the sword, the sharpness of the blade cut through the silence, finally bringing a sense of balance to his heart. Time may be merciless, and humans may be insignificant, but as long as the sword was sharp enough, it could sever all extraordinary and transcendent things.
Chapter 73