Reenactment: The Calamity of Annihilation!

The Prophet holding up her gauzy skirt, her hair in disarray, looked almost too beautiful under the volcano's light.

The seemingly scorching radiance clearly illuminated her from head to toe, yet it could never dispel the mistlike air of mystery surrounding her.

She walked toward Qin Xin. Before she could speak, he laughed without turning his head. "What do you want me to help you with?"

The Blind Man froze and stopped in her tracks. "That doesn't sound like you."

"I thought you'd say, 'You're back?'"

Qin Xin burst into laughter. He turned around, his burly figure resembling an ink-black tower against the backlight, casting a vast shadow over the Blind Man before him.

The Blind Man didn't move an inch. Dressed entirely in black gauze, she seemed to merge completely with the darkness beneath the tower's shadow.

The lighthouse could indeed illuminate the path ahead for the Fire Keepers, but many overlooked the fact that a tower's shadow could also shelter those within it, keeping them hidden from the dangers outside.

"Though I understand your attempt to find amusement in suffering, that joke isn't funny. Sorry." The Blind Man pursed her lips.

"..."

"But I still have to say this. The reason I didn't think that way is because the Fate Weaver seems to have found the reason behind the time's inconsistencies. I came this time..."

A glint flashed through Qin Xin's eyes. He had just been wondering how to make use of the errors in time, and now he had heard news of progress from the Blind Man.

Cheng Shi... This Fate Weaver seemed to be just as clever no matter where he was.

Qin Xin silently glanced toward the warehouse and interrupted the Blind Man. "Long story short, I'm not entirely sure whether Li Wufang came here