After Han Zhan patted his chest and promised he would bring Hui Liyi back to life through writing, only then did Dragon Horse calm down.
"The gears of history turn once more; the destined battle is imminent."
Resuming his normal state, Dragon Horse spoke a bewildering sentence.
His voice, layered fourfold, buzzed in the listeners' minds, making it hard to ignore.
"Are you all prepared?"
Dragon Horse's head remained bowed, his enormous dragon eyes reflecting everyone's figures.
But everyone had the same feeling.
Dragon Horse was not looking at them, but at Han Zhan and Shang Siteng.
Indeed, Dragon Horse's next words confirmed their thoughts.
"The Fu Xi Zither and Nuwa Stone, in this destined battle ahead, hold their roles."
"What exactly is the destined battle?"
Han Zhan spoke, asking the question that puzzled everyone.
He had heard about the idea of destined people while on the Fu Xi Continent; now, hearing of the destined battle, he couldn't help but inquire.
