Ling Wuce's expression was melancholic, and he sighed heavily.
Han Yu's theory about fate was something he couldn't refute, and after some contemplation, he even found himself agreeing with it somewhat.
According to Han Yu, fate is not fixed, so how could there be talk of change? Everything you do is within fate, and every choice leads to the next fate.
Different choices lead to different outcomes.
Life, aging, sickness, and death are all part of fate.
Then what is Qi Fortune?
Just as he was about to ask again, Han Yu and his young apprentice were retreating to the hall below, and he saw Nansheng yelling excitedly while Han Yu stood there dazed.
"I'm speechless! What do you mean by 'eight or nine out of ten'? How can such a critical matter not have a definite answer?"
In the Sea of Consciousness, Han Yu's voice echoed.
If Luo Yuqi came out early and caught those eight old fellows drinking bathwater, the scene would be unbearable.
