Among them, Red Cloud, whose heart was the kindest, was naturally the most deeply moved.
Seeing Red Cloud's expression, Wu Chu knew what he wanted to do. He was about to send Red Cloud a voice transmission, telling him not to do anything foolish and not to be fooled by those two.
However, just as he was about to do so, the Ancestor's voice suddenly rang out in his mind. "Do not interfere. Whoever it belongs to, it belongs to."
"..."
Wu Chu wanted to open his eyes and look up at that purple cloud couch, but he could not even open his eyes, much less raise his head. A powerful force had directly bound him in place.
Faced with this, Wu Chu could not help shouting in his Consciousness Sea, "Master, you are clearly playing favorites! Those two are obviously pretending. It's utterly disgusting."
"Am I playing favorites, or are you?"
To his surprise, the Ancestor's voice echoed through Wu Chu's mind once more. "The depth of one's fortune is predestined. You can help him for a time, but can you help him for a lifetime?"
"..."
After all his calculations, Wu Chu had never expected the Ancestor to personally step in and stop this cheat from helping Red Cloud preserve that sliver of opportunity.
Could it be that the Ancestor was personally stepping in to correct the mythological course he had thrown off track?
Wu Chu could not speak. He could not even turn his head to signal with his eyes. He could only sit there in silence. It gave him a helpless feeling of being defeated through no fault of his own.
Affected by the emotions of the Sorrowful Duo, Red Cloud felt as though he were sitting on pins and needles, thorns pressing into his back.