In her sixth year of traveling through this world, Aqiao finally learned the full picture of this world. She stood in the middle of the Wuhun Awakening Stone speechless and was told that she was a waste without a Wuhun. Aqiao clenched his fists, ignoring the contemptuous and disdainful glances around him. His eyes reflected on the fields full of wheat he had worked so hard to grow. He lowered his eyes. Do you believe in your fate? Impossible.
Intention: Three thousand avenues, there is always a glimmer of hope