Sometimes, silence itself represented a kind of answer.
Shao Lingxu stared at Fang Han, then suddenly burst into laughter.
"Wonderful, wonderful."
But what Shao Lingxu said next left Fang Han somewhat startled.
"Today, you may kill me, to set your own heart right!"
Shao Lingxu's expression was solemn, without the slightest hint of jest.
Fang Han met his gaze, trying to discern his true intentions.
Seeing this, Shao Lingxu gave a derisive smile. "My resolve to die is already set. You need have no misgivings. Strike quickly."
"Before I suppress my survival instinct no longer and change my mind."
The pride on Shao Lingxu's face did not fade. "Though you possess the inheritance of the Elder Witch Clan and an undying, indestructible body, if we risk our lives in battle, you are still no match for me."
Yet Fang Han ignored Shao Lingxu's words and did not strike.
"You stripped away the Creation of tens of thousands, all while waiting for the emergence of some so-called variable. Now, you are even willing to die by my hand..."
"Is it for the sake of a variable like me?"
"But you know nothing of my origins, and my actions henceforth will be beyond your control. Aren't you afraid this will be aiding the enemy?" Fang Han asked.
Shao Lingxu spoke unhurriedly. "In the Heaven and Earth of the Primordial Continent, from ancient times until now, the mysteries of Creation have always flowed and transformed of their own accord. So long as the power within you does not come from an Outer God, it may be regarded as part of the evolution of Primordial Continent Creation."
"I cannot fathom the final result. But there is one thing of which I can be certain."
"Within hardship lie a thousand transformations; at the utmost end