Tianji Pavilion, as its name implied, was a faction dedicated to divining the secrets of heaven. Those so-called heavenly secrets could also be called fate, destiny, fortune, and so on.
In Luo Chuan's view, they were all things shrouded in mystery.
Yet Wen Tianji's words had directly overturned those concepts passed down through the world from their very foundations.
Faced with Luo Chuan's question, Wen Tianji merely smiled. "They're all vague and intangible things. If you believe, they exist; if you don't, they don't. In any case, I don't believe in them. That's also the first lesson for every Tianji Pavilion disciple."
Luo Chuan sighed inwardly.
Sure enough, rumors could not be trusted. It was much like those damn dragon clan rumors from before—who knew how much truth there was in the gossip circulating among the common folk?
More than once, he had seen the Buddha of Mount Sumeru sharing culinary insights on the Magic Phone.
Thinking about it carefully, he actually knew very little about this world. For some reason, Luo Chuan suddenly felt the urge to go out and take a look.
It had nothing to do with status or purpose. He simply wanted to wander as he pleased, stopping for a while whenever he encountered something that interested him, and seeing this flourishing world with his own eyes.
Who had not dreamed, as a child, of roaming the world with a sword at their side?
A long song, robes of white, a jug of cloudy wine, and a sword for the horizon.
Perhaps, at some point, he would encounter someone or something worth stopping for. Such would be a long and leisurely life.
Seeing Luo Chuan lost in thought, Wen Tianji cast Yao Ziyan an inquiring look. He could naturally tell that the boss was clearly somewhat