"As long as you can come to terms with it, Young Master. I was afraid you'd keep this bottled up inside and end up hurting yourself," the woman said.
"There's nothing I can't come to terms with. The grief is real, but we all have to learn to accept it," the golden-robed young man replied.
"The person just now wanted to ask you to mediate. He hopes the Dark World will withdraw its troops from the Heavenly Vault Great World," the woman said.
"Mediate?" The golden-robed young man smiled, then scoffed at himself. "What am I compared to the mighty Dark World? Why would they give me the time of day?"
The woman opened her mouth. She didn't want the golden-robed young man to belittle himself, but what he said did seem to make sense.
The golden-robed young man might have powerful backing, but his connections alone still couldn't sway the entire Dark World.
"Any news about that matter?" the golden-robed young man asked.
"Not yet, but I think the news is genuine."
"There's no doubt the news is real." The golden-robed young man looked up at the vast, snow-white sky. "I'm just worried."
"Worried?" The woman looked puzzled.
"The people who've come this time are no ordinary figures. I'm not confident I can handle them," the golden-robed young man said.
"That can't be right. Even you aren't confident, Young Master?" The woman blinked, her breath catching in shock at his words.
"I may be strong, but who among those who've come here is ordinary? The one from the Imperial Court? Or the one from the Chaos Holy Land?" The golden-robed young man shook his head.
The woman fell silent.
Indeed, all those who'd come for the two fragments were extraordinary. Every faction was determined to claim them!
"Let's make