Eighty years later, the Red Carp Lady, who had become a god worshiped by the world, stared at the mortal student in front of her who bore a slight resemblance to her old friend:
"Your cause and effect can only be broken by my disciple Qingyu's sword back then."
"But I accept you as my disciple just because of your face."
The moment she turned around, she didn't see that the same cracks from Qing Yu's wounds appeared on the young man's palm...
