The alarm on the face was replaced by deep fatigue, and the High Priest's eyes returned to deep profundity.
He raised his hand, soothing the tribespeople below, and the snake head of the sand staff lit up, calming the violently trembling canyon.
"You are not a child of Pu'er, yet It accepted you. This has never happened before," said the High Priest. "I have seen your future."
"It's a long path full of thorns. Are you really going to go down it?"
"Isn't the worst outcome just death?" Chichu Chun was indifferent. "Saving her is enough."
"More cruel than death." The High Priest shook his head. "You will repeatedly miss the expectations in your heart, becoming numb, gradually deviating from the original path."
"You will repeatedly kill the closest ones, be repeatedly killed by the closest ones, wandering in pain and despair. Loneliness will accompany you every day and night for the rest of your life."
"Once you set foot on that thorny path, you will be alone, with no return."
