Mist swirled as the clamorous voices rang out without cease.
The man in blood-red clothes frowned and said coldly, "What rat skulking in the shadows dares show itself?"
"Oh, oh, oh, our newly appointed Fate Official is angry."
"With that kind of temperament, he deserved to be led into a trap!"
"Cut down on the sarcastic remarks. We're all wanderers at the end of the world."
Without warning, a languid voice rang out. "Enough. Let me ask him a few questions!"
At once, the noisy voices fell silent.
For the one who had spoken was Mo Hanyi.
"My friend, you come from the Abyss of Myriad Tribulations, so you indeed have reason to be proud. But in the eyes of us old guys, there is truly nothing about you worth taking seriously."
Mo Hanyi's voice was casual and natural. "The reason I'm willing to exchange a few words with you isn't because you have such a great face. It's to give the little Fate Official some face, and tell him some things he wishes to know."
Su Yi, holding the Book of Fate, raised his brows slightly. Mo Hanyi had actually known all along that he was watching this!
"But I have no interest in speaking with you."
The Blood-Clad Man spoke coldly.
"That is because you still do not understand your circumstances."
Mo Hanyi laughed. "The mark left by the Book of Fate's previous master remains to this day. Do you not know what that means?"
The man in blood-red clothes frowned. "The mark remains, but if the man himself is gone, what can he do to me?"
There was a trace of pity in Mo Hanyi's voice. "Since the little Fate Official can wield the Book of Fate, he has naturally gained the previous Fate Official's approval. Under