章 815: Flowers Are Not Flowers, Fogs Are Not Fogs

"I survived and lived on this ship for a very long time, but I still died from old age?"

Qin Mu was dejected. He had a strong sense of defeat.

He didn't believe the words of the tiny human in the lantern originally, but after the series of unpredictable incidents that had happened since he stepped onto the ship, he was left with no choice but to believe in his words.

Didn't that mean that no matter how hard he tried, he would be unable to escape the predestined fate of dying on the ship?

No matter how much he struggled, he just couldn't escape from the ship. No matter how hard he tried to deduce, he would be unable to solve Celestial Venerable Ling's divine art, not even by the time he died?