The wheelchair ahead slowed down, perhaps because the beach was too soft.
"Liu S sui and the others don't know this, but Tong Yan, Zhao Layue, and Bai Zao do. She did know I would hesitate; that was why she sent me here. I was willing to come, too, because I'd long since grown tired of walking the same road as them."
Zhuo Rusui walked behind the wheelchair and lowered both hands onto it. "I really don't intend to help them this time, but that doesn't mean I can stand by and watch you kill them all. After all, I've known them longer and eaten so many hotpot meals with them, while you... used to be just a portrait in a little building."
"And now? After all this time together, do you still think of me as that old fellow in the portrait?"
The Founding Patriarch motioned for him to push the wheelchair farther into the water.
The seawater rose, wetting his feet.
"Now you're someone who's walked out of the painting."
Zhuo Rusui said, "I must admit that, in a way, you've fulfilled part of my longing for my master."
The Founding Patriarch said, "And yet you still spouted all that nonsense."
"Because people are dying," Zhuo Rusui said. "I watched you flick out the bamboo rod and those droplets shoot through the air. Presumably someone on Mars died then. I don't know who it was, but thinking it might have been an old acquaintance from the hotpot table made me feel terrible."
The Ancestral Star was the formation core of this Solar System sword formation. Many things could be sensed here even without being seen, such as deaths far away.
Who were the two people who had already died? Had all those fellows from the Chaotian Continent come