Chapter 1122: Everything Is Fake

'So it was you' was a sentence that was easy to understand. However, the following sentence, 'So it wasn't you', seemed rather more inexplicable, the connection between the two hard to decipher.

Any other person would probably be baffled and think Chusu was insane, but Xu Yourong understood what he meant. She faintly smiled, saying nothing.

The smile on Chusu's face also faded as he earnestly said to her, "We truly do share a rather deep fate."

His stench began to spread over the shattered mountain, as unpleasant as his raspy voice, making one want to vomit.

Chusu was the freak of the Longevity Sect while Xu Yourong was the Holy Maiden of South Stream Temple.

The Longevity Sect and South Stream Temple were closely connected. If one truly wanted to talk about fate and Dao, it would be a very long story.

Xu Yourong was not in the mood to listen to a story and Chusu did not have the time.

The ground slightly shook as scattered red rocks bounced on the grassland.