The ground in the Taboo Forest cracked open like a wound that could never be healed, and even if the wound healed, the scar would remain.
Drama Master.
This is perhaps the most unfathomable line of cultivation heritage for Qing Chen at present. At some moments, he even feels that this profession, which can predict the future and continue stably, shouldn't exist in this world.
Seeing his brows furrowed, He Jinqiu lightly said beside him: "Don't envy them, all Drama Masters have a lifespan of only sixty years, and once they reach sixty, they start to encounter frequent misfortunes and eventually die tragically."
"Hmm?" Qing Chen suddenly remembered that his brother Qing Zhun was the same. It seemed that this kind of transcendent who directly touched the world's 'rules' paid a corresponding price.
In the Third Division Residence, everyone was packing up and preparing to retreat, and no one noticed the conversation between Qing Chen and He Jinqiu.
