"That's an illusion, right?" the Fortune-teller tightly clenched her hand. "It's an illusion created by this world..."
"No," Chu Changge said, looking up at the dim sky. "I had heard that Twilight Gods World was on the brink of collapse. I never thought this world would prevent its own apocalypse in such a way."
"What are you talking about?" The Fortune-teller looked at Chu Changge, not quite understanding.
Just then, Xiao Qiao suddenly spoke, "Our world has reached its end. All life will usher in the twilight, and all history will turn to dust..."
Chu Changge was very familiar with this passage. Xiao Qiao had once relayed it to them while munching on grilled meat. This passage certainly wasn't something Xiao Qiao came up with herself; with her intellect, she couldn't have. It must have been something she heard from someone in this world before. Xiao Qiao always had a habit of repeating others' words, especially those that sounded profound and mysterious.
