Fate was ever-changing; Tang Qi's plain explanation was that this bitch had many faces.
This time, she had taken another form.
She was still human, but now an old woman draped in a Classical Robe, her gray-white hair adorned with strange objects resembling Withered Flower Petals. Her features were vague and mysterious, yet inexplicably repulsive.
The instant she appeared, she heard Tang Qi's unrestrained roar of fury and met the gaze of his crimson eyes, streaked with blood.
One of Tang Qi's hands had already been reduced to bare bones by her punishment.
Yet the gaze fixed upon her brimmed with such madness that even she could not help feeling wary.
What did omnipotent "fate" fear most? Accidents—accidents beyond control and beyond prediction.
They usually represented errors, represented loss of control.
Every error required her to expend tremendous effort to repair.
Tang Qi was her most satisfactory and most powerful Chess Piece. She had no desire to let him completely slip beyond her control.
Moreover, she did not need to peer into the River of Fate to know that if Tang Qi, this "Pseudo Master of Dreams," lost control, it would create a situation even she would find difficult to bear.
Tang Qi had never been alone.
Though merely a false god, he wielded power comparable to a Master.
More frighteningly, he had friends such as the Lord of Truth Thorns, the Furnace Master, the Mystic Monarch, and others.
Furthermore, she had once sensed the auras of the Light Mother Goddess and the Mother Goddess of Life upon this man. That meant he had, without realizing it, woven a web of relationships among the countless beings of Boundless Mystery that no one could ignore.
Useful, yet also a major nuisance—that was Tang Qi's standing with the Fate Bitch.
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