Someone focused their gaze and read the words above the mural aloud:
"The past is set, the future unfixed. Therefore, a single thought can determine the past, and a single thought can determine the future... What does that mean?"
They were all baffled. Wang Zhiyao, also puzzled, asked,
"Why would such a sentence be left here? It feels so out of place..."
As she spoke, she subconsciously glanced to the side and froze for a moment.
The youth beside her, the one called Wu Xiaoxu, seemed to be in a trance, staring fixedly at the first six words without moving an inch.
"Wu Xiaoxu?" she called out tentatively.
Lu Xuan snapped back to his senses. A joyful smile flashed across his face as he waved his hand.
"It's nothing, I'm fine..."
As he spoke, his gaze grew profound.
'The past is set, the future unfixed... So that's how it is. I see now.'
'The existence of this tomb is a part of history now. It is fated, inevitable.'
