"Ah Zhen, living a second life is not easy. I hope you can also sever your shackles and regain your freedom."
With the wind, Brahma You's figure dissipated and quietly disappeared.
Zhen Wu grasped at the air, but all she caught was emptiness.
She stared blankly at her hand, then suddenly let out a sorrowful laugh. Tears welled in the corners of her eyes—resentment, hatred, desolation, and self-mockery all interwoven.
"I am Wu Zhen of the Witch tribe. How could I sever my chains and pursue so-called freedom…?"
"The gods annihilated my people—how could I ever forget the enmity of genocide?"
"You believe my tribe is cruel to humans, but when we perish, our flesh and blood transform into the mountains, rivers, forests, and creatures of the mortal realm. Humans consume our remains to sustain their own lives. We return to the world in human bodies—what debt do we owe them?"
"What you owe me, indeed, cannot be repaid…"
