"What if I calculated it? What if I did not? Sigh. Everything is fate; not even half a bit is up to man. Could it be that even a senior like you still cannot see through it? Why trouble yourself to seek out a cripple like me again?"
From within Myriad Year Tear Spring came waves of hoarse, agonized sounds. It seemed that every word spoken by the speaker required all of his strength. It was laborious for him to speak and equally laborious for others to listen.
Xiao Sanxiao passed through the mist and descended above the Tear Spring. His expression changed slightly upon hearing this, as though he had understood something. "Mud Bodhisattva, have you begun choosing silence? No, you cannot remain silent. This time, you must help him. If even you refuse to help him, he may truly find it difficult to emerge from the Heavenly Abyss.
There are indeed matters we can see clearly, but we cannot simply give up on doing anything because we see them clearly. We must do something. If everything were truly ordained by Heaven, then a wise figure like the Sacred Dynasty Human Emperor would surely see more clearly than we do. Why would he proclaim that he would defeat Heaven?"
"Sigh."
Within the Tear Spring, Mud Bodhisattva let out another long sigh. It seemed to lament Xiao Sanxiao's persistence, his own tragic fate, and the fierce struggle raging within his heart.
That sigh gave Xiao Sanxiao a headache. He always felt as though Mud Bodhisattva's despondency was about to infect him.
Mud Bodhisattva sighed. "You have always been like this. Even knowing that acting will not change anything, you still choose to interfere. That is the greatest difference between you and me, and also why you have never taken that