A complex expression flitted over Ethan Smith's face.
This Forrest Middleton seemed to know everything, and all this was merely based on his speculations.
"The curse of the Eastern Land will take my life," Ethan Smith drew a deep breath, speaking coldly.
Forrest Middleton folded his hands behind his back and said, "Any curse can be dispelled."
"How can it be dispelled?" Ethan Smith asked urgently.
"I don't know," Forrest Middleton replied without hesitation.
Ethan Smith was at a loss for words, flabbergasted.
"But I believe you can do it," Middleton said.
"With your power, you would have been torn apart in the Eastern Land, but you emerged alive. I believe you have good fortune."
"Besides, I told you, the fate of the Eastern Land will soon revert. When that time comes, you'll still have to go to the Eastern Land. You survived this time, which means you can hold your own there."
There seemed to be some truth to what Forrest Middleton was saying.