A notification suddenly appeared on Jiang Dali's panel as his emotions surged.
Jiang Dali came back to his senses but did not inspect the panel before Tianji Twenty-Five, this unfathomable sorcerer.
It was both restraint and a desire not to let the information on the panel interfere with his current thoughts and judgment. He still preferred to make decisions according to his own preferences and habits, rather than primarily following the information displayed on the panel.
"Village Lord, you have many concerns, yet you are unwilling to share them with others. Let us return to the main matter."
As though sensing Jiang Dali's turbulent thoughts, his many questions and many reservations, Tianji Twenty-Five instead took the initiative to change the subject. His gaze fell on the expressionless Bu Jingyun standing beside Jiang Dali, and he sighed. "The righteous are not righteous, and the demonic are not demonic.
"Though warmth still remains in your heart, even your family cannot understand or feel it.
"Child, if you have tears, I fear they have already become a raging river."
Bu Jingyun's dark, cold eyes shifted as he stared at Tianji Twenty-Five. He wanted to scoff and refute him, yet it felt as though a soft arrow had struck the tenderest place in his heart, leaving him unable to argue.
Tianji Fate Calculation Technique!
It truly was unfathomably profound!
Jiang Dali asked bluntly, "What kind of destiny does he have?"
Tianji Twenty-Five raised his head and sighed toward the heavens. "Clouds never remain fixed. His fate has long been destined by the unseen heavens. This old man's end is near. Since Village Lord insists on knowing what destiny truly is, this old man shall lend you a hand."
"Good!"
Jiang Dali turned, his tiger-like eyes pressing toward Tianji Twenty-Five. "I have never liked owing