"Sorry, I got a bit carried away..." Luo'er paused, his tone softened, and he looked down as he spoke.
"I'd rather you scold me..." Tangmo bit his lip and said with grievance.
Luo'er's temper was getting better, but the others felt increasingly uneasy. They constantly felt that he was bearing too much while venting too little.
"Since the prophecy cannot be defied, what will happen next, and what should we do?" Cheng Ziang looked at Luo'er and asked.
"I..."
"Are you still planning to keep secrets, to be enigmatic?" Cheng Ziang said sternly.
"I don't know how to describe it," Luo'er gently shook his head, "but the sun will always set, and flowers will always wilt..."
"You mean..." Cheng Ziang was stunned for a moment, but quickly reacted and asked, "Then what should we do next, should we intervene?"
"Is it useful," Luo'er looked at him, shook his head with a wry smile, "it's useless."
