"...I misjudged you. It turns out you are not the kind of person I imagined..." Shi Zhixuan was silent for a while, then laughed again, "But this is better! Maybe you can achieve more than I expected."

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He walked up to Cheng Peng, sat upright in the most serious posture, looked into Cheng Peng's eyes, and asked: "Do you know what 'Mending the Sky' is?"

"If God has deficiencies, I will make up for them."

"How to make up for it?"

Cheng Peng changed his mind slightly and answered with a poem: "If you want to be sad and hear the screams of ghosts, I will cry and the jackals will laugh. I will shed tears to sacrifice the heroes, and raise my eyebrows and unsheath the sword!"

He thought this answer was appropriate, but Shi Zhixuan sneered and shook his head.

"The raised eyebrow sword is unsheathed? He holds the truth, holds the army in his hands, and is so high up. He can crush you to death with one finger. Why do you draw the sword?"

Cheng Peng was speechless for a moment and couldn't answer.

"It is the task of those heroes to unsheath the eyebrow-raised sword. But when terrorism is rampant, heroes may not appear. At this time, people who don't care about their lives need to stand up and use their own blood and lives to fight for the future.

The tyrant launched a hopeless attack." Shi Zhixuan said slowly, "The sky was broken, and Nuwa made stones to mend the sky. The stone could not mend the sky, so Nuwa mended it with herself."

"Now...do you understand what 'Matching the Sky' is?"

Cheng Peng was stunned.

Shi Zhixuan's words were like a bolt of lightning, piercing the fog in his heart and making him suddenly enlightened.

"I understand!"
Chapter completed!