"I understand." Angel lowered his eyes and nodded gently.
The white-haired old man thought for a moment. He felt that what he had said earlier made him sound a little too weak. Though that was indeed the truth, he was still an Observer. It was rare for him to come into contact with a native wizard of the Southern Region, and this one even had some connection to Frost. If Angel looked down on him because he had said he was "powerless," then told Frost about it later, that would be truly embarrassing.
With that in mind, the white-haired old man added, "There is no use worrying about what is happening there. Though I cannot intervene as an Observer, there will always be a way to resolve it."
"Lord Observer, may I ask what solution there is?" Angel hurriedly asked.
The white-haired old man smiled faintly. "The future is undecided; everything is hard to say. Perhaps it will be a force from the Source World, perhaps the will of the world will intervene in the process, or perhaps a certain person will resolve it..."
Angel pondered the Observer's words. He could understand the first two: either someone from the Source World would come to deal with it, or the world's will would actively interfere. But what did it mean that a certain person could resolve it? Who was that person?
Just as Angel was about to ask, the white-haired old man suddenly brought up something else. "I heard that the Peach Heart Theater is about to dock. This time, it has come to the Southern Region."
Angel nodded instinctively. Dodolo had foretold this news.
The white-haired old man said, "Why did the Peach Heart Theater choose to land in the Land of Eternal Night?"
Angel abruptly raised his eyes. "Your