"It's of great significance!" The Willow God turned serious.
"If Mr. Jiang is indeed from the Ancient Fairy Era, he must be all too acquainted with the horrors of the dark turmoil, perhaps even having witnessed it himself.
When all the clans perish and the era comes to an end, the creatures tremble, and everything in the mortal world will turn to ashes. Mass deaths of the common people will litter the starry skies with endless corpses and bones. Doesn't Mr. Jiang feel the least bit of compassion? Why wouldn't he stand up and join me in facing the impending chaos?"
The Willow God's gaze was profound, her eyes shimmering like the moon veiled behind the drifting clouds, her brows like frosted willows.
"I am but a minor sacrificial spirit of a small village, harboring no lofty ambitions in my lifetime. My only hope is to develop the village, and I am bewildered as to why you hold me in such high regard," Jiang Hui smiled wryly, waving his hand.