As Shen Yue's voice fell, the already rippling space seemed to freeze.
The ruins buried deep beneath the Atlantic Ocean looked even more terrifying in their silence.
But stillness in action, just like an explosion in silence, is always the beginning of some violent change.
A cold light finally flashed in those eyes...
The cold light in the eyes was but a fleeting moment before it extinguished. Those eyes spoke softly, "Shen Yue, I told you, you shouldn't think of me like that. I am merely a catalyst."
Shen Yue stared into those enigmatic eyes and did not retreat. "My master taught me a way to discern the good and evil of people, not to listen to what they say but to see what they've done."
Those eyes responded indifferently, "That's a good approach."
Shen Yue continued, "You've just told me a beautiful myth, but in the end, myths are just that—myths. To me, myths and fairy tales alike are the products of some people's idealistic thinking."
"Oh?" The eyes replied simply.