Zhao Jiayan emerged from the back hall, her expression somewhat solemn as she said, "A being whose words become law, even if they're not a true god, is likely somewhat related to one. You want to meet the carver, you wouldn't be..."
"Don't worry, I won't do anything I'm not sure about," said Yang Yuan.
He didn't want to be trapped here for the rest of his life.
The sandstorms here would definitely last for decades, surviving in such an environment for decades would be unbearable even for superpower users.
Zhao Jiayan recalled that when Yang Yuan devised the plan to kill the Drought Fiend, he seemed to have said similar things.
At that time, she didn't quite believe it either, but in the end, that terrifying Drought Fiend was indeed killed by him.
So she nodded, "Then wait until you have absolute confidence before proceeding, don't take risks."
"I know, my life is precious," Yang Yuan chuckled.
