Chapter 976: Fish Hooking The Man, Or The Man Hooking The Fish
“Waiting destined to be useless is nothing more than a waste of time.” The young fisherman said, “Since you already know about the existence of the true Great Calamity, you should understand that escape is futile and resistance is equally pointless. The path you insist on walking can never succeed. So why continue to fight like cornered beasts?”
Lin Beichen raised his middle finger, rubbed the space between his brows, and said, “You call yourself the Ancestor of Wisdom. Do you think you’re smart? Do you believe that because you embody wisdom, you can see through everything? Ridiculous.”
Yes. The young fisherman was the Ancestor of Wisdom. One of the twin Ancestors of the Reaper faction. He currently held supreme authority over the Ancestor Court of the Reapers.
Li Xiaofei had imagined the Ancestor of Wisdom many times. He had thought the man would look fierce and menacing, or perhaps be elusive and ethereal. Even if he took on human form, he should have appeared as a gaunt, elderly man with graying hair.
After all, someone renowned for wisdom must surely be one who comprehended the laws of all things and understood the vicissitudes of the world. Yet, to his surprise, the face of the Ancestor of Wisdom turned out to be that of a refined and scholarly young man.
When he remembered how he had just eaten fish, Li Xiaofei truly found it difficult to associate such an image with humanity’s greatest mortal enemy.
The Ancestor of Wisdom spoke slowly, “I was born from this calamity, so naturally, I know more than you do. I know how terrifying it is. A path lies before you, yet you refuse to take it and insist on blazing your own trail. In the end, you will only be consumed by wildfires.”
“Cut the crap. How many times have you repeated the same lines? If you’re not sick of it, I am. Just get lost already. I don’t want to hear you ramble.”
Lin Beichen sounded very much like an angry youth. He showed the Ancestor of Wisdom no courtesy at all. Yet the Ancestor of Wisdom did not seem particularly offended. It appeared he had long grown used to Lin Beichen’s way of speaking.
“Our time is running out,” the Ancestor of Wisdom sighed. He gently shook his head. “Ten years from now, I will return.”
After speaking, he glanced at Li Xiaofei and asked, “Was the fish tasty?”
Li Xiaofei nodded.