The Map is Unfurled, the Dagger is Revealed
No Timeline could be called perfect.
Tong Guan truly wanted to see Chang Nian, but in every Timeline, this husband and wife were like the opposition between yin and yang, with no chance to truly meet.
During those two minutes at exactly 20:00, what he did would change the original Timeline and alter the course and ending of the story.
If perfection truly existed in this world, then for Tong Guan, it would mean Chang Nian could still live.
Then and there, here and now.
The alteration of one small event in the past had changed the fates of even more people.
When the White Candle had burned down to one-third, the wax completely fused the charred bone to it, and Tong Guan suddenly opened his eyes.
He had forgotten the pain, but not his original purpose.
Lan Yu was still standing at the bedroom door of Room 1002, leaning against the doorframe in a contemplative state, turning a deaf ear and blind eye to everything in the past and present.
Sitting in Room 1002, Tong Guan listened to the familiar Buddhist Chant. His thoughts moved with his heart as a surging wave of Supernatural Power enveloped his vision, allowing him to see the distant scene.
His gaze pierced through the Tenth Floor, Eleventh Floor, Twelfth Floor... all the way to the Eighteenth Floor.
His excitement caused the power of the 1002 Incident to fluctuate as well, as though it too was waiting to see whether that result would truly be perfect.
The door to Room 1818 stood open. The cold wind blew in from outside the window, the flames in the Giant Furnace flickered dimly, and a bloodstained axe lay on the floor...
Tong Guan's head hurt, and so did his