Xu Wendong slightly raised his eyes, calmly looking at the unexpected guest before him. He had already sensed the visitor's ill intentions and was certain that there was someone backing him.
Nevertheless, he remained unfazed and said indifferently, "The word 'fate' is indeed the most mysterious of all."
"As soon as you stepped through this door, you became intertwined with the Mystic Spirit Pavilion. As for whether this connection is deep or shallow, good or evil, it remains to be explored."
The middle-aged man sneered, "Hmph, stop this pretentious mysticism."
"In my view, this Mystic Spirit Pavilion is just a facade for face reading and fortune-telling, engaging in deception." As he spoke, a hint of provocation appeared in his eyes, as if carrying someone else's directive.
