Situ An had a secret buried deep in his heart. He was probably the only person in Hanhai who had ever "truly" left the city. He knew what the world outside Hanhai was like, and he also knew the truth about this city.
"A living creature born from the union of the Shadow World and reality has come into being. That most brutal Blood City Lord foresaw the truth. Once the shadows completely cover the city, is becoming a similar monster the ultimate fate of every prisoner here?" Under Lu Zang's guidance, Situ An had learned more secrets than anyone else. The Shadow World had been killed by all the Blood City Lords working together. The Hanhai they had left behind was a cage, built to await the appearance of something.
If Fate were a towering tree rooted above the Starry Sky, its branches reaching into countless times and spaces, then each world would be like a leaf blotting out the sky, and the veins growing according to fixed patterns would be each person's fate. What all the Blood City Lords were waiting to appear in Hanhai was a seed—a "seed" capable of driving every one of them mad.
From Lu Zang's scattered remarks, Situ An had formed a rough conjecture: that seed might have something to do with killing Fate.
"I'm probably overthinking it." Situ An did not pursue Gao Yun. Instead, he turned to Xia Yang. "You and I are both Gao Ming's prisoners. Why don't we join forces and escape together?"
Slumped amid the flesh and blood, Xia Yang paid Situ An no attention at all and muttered to himself, "Still a long way from perfection."
Holding his own severed hand, Xia Yang no longer had a smile on his face. He was in a foul mood,