Driven by a sliver of curiosity, Shen Zhiyao directly probed Chen Yan's fate.
Previously, Chen Yan had worn a Magic Artifact around his neck—one refined by a Divinity Transformation Stage Cultivator—which had prevented her from probing his fate.
But he had later shattered that very Magic Artifact with his own hands, leaving him without any external protection.
Shen Zhiyao had assumed she could now read everything he had been through, but his past remained just as unreadable.
This felt less like a natural block and more like Chen Yan had deliberately wiped his own past from his fate...
'What... what on earth is he hiding...'
Noticing Shen Zhiyao staring at him, Chen Yan, afraid she'd see through him, quickly changed the subject. "Why are you looking at me like that? Is it... do you like me?"
Chen Yan shyly lowered his head, looking like a bashful young girl.
Chen Yan glanced up at her again and said awkwardly, "If you do like me... you'll have to get in line..."
"Why?"
