"Have you made your decision, Tao Cheng?"
In the afternoons of yesteryear, the craftsman holding a cane sighed softly, "Once you take this step, there will be no turning back."
"Regret?"
An elderly Heavenly Person sighed lightly, as if mocking himself, "Such a feeling, I haven't experienced in a long while."
The craftsman fell silent.
Tao Cheng stared blankly out the window at the sunlight for a long time, "Do you think, if we could save Spring City, it could truly make up for the mistakes we've made?"
"Right or wrong is not important to a craftsman."
"But it is very important to me."
Tao Cheng turned his head, looking at him, "We can't just keep making more mistakes."
"I will do my best."
The craftsman leaning on the cane nodded and stepped aside, "You must understand, whether you succeed or not, from this moment on, you will likely become Tian Yuan's vessel, enduring torment, living in Hell."
"Hell?"
