Zhang Chen, upon hearing the Fox Spirit's words, was deep in thought. So, all in all, it's about fate, and fate determines everything.
So, what exactly is fate?
This is not only the confusion in Zhang Chen's heart but also the confusion of all cultivators. After all, humans have only been exploring the Spiritual World for just a jiazi.
Zhang Chen recounted the obsession of the remnants he had seen before. The Fox Spirit, upon hearing this, lamented, "What a sin! That Wei Yingwu deserves to die! Such a ruthless person is rare even among the Demon Race."
Zhang Chen remained silent, neither agreeing nor disagreeing with the Fox Spirit's words. He collected the soul of the Fox Spirit and then sat silently in front of the sandbox.
"My thoughts aren't clear!" Zhang Chen sighed deeply, "Sleep!"
