Even in his current weakened state, he could still perceive the threads of fate surrounding living beings. It was an ability that had been ingrained in his very soul through countless years of cultivation.
Judging by the innkeeper's fate, if the Fate Weaving Sovereign had been at the peak of his power, or even in his weakened state when he had still been qualified to remain in the Immortal Realm, snapping or manipulating those threads at will would have been child's play.
But... for his current, severely weakened self, the innkeeper's fate was no different from an iron fortress.
It was thick, stable, and firmly anchored. The innkeeper's wealth and fortune, combined with the good karma he had accumulated through his charitable deed, had fortified his fate like tempered steel reinforcing the walls and gates of a fortress.
