Michelle's eyes widened, blood threads filled them, and she said nothing.
But her rows of teeth bit down hard and ground together, blood seeping through the cracks, her face suffused with intense unwillingness.
"I still can't die, truly. Even though I want to taste the flavor of 'death,' there are reasons I cannot die." Gu Tianqing smiled helplessly and walked toward the spatial fissure carved open by "The Unclean Betrayal Blade," that miraculous Anti-World Noble Phantasm. With his indifferent back to Michelle, he smiled and said, "Goodbye, stranger from the West."
This was Gu Tianqing's true purpose in following Yi Lin to Europe.
He had thought Yi Lin's heavy killing aura could ward off evil.
But he never expected to pit himself into such a predicament.
Everything was fated.
Yet Gu Tianqing refused to accept fate.
He divined, but he never yielded to destiny.
