Ming Xue leaned against the stone backrest, his tone certain.
"Don't worry. I cherish my life very much."
Half an hour later.
Inside Ling Xu's cave abode, space rippled one wave after another.
Feng Gu, Iron Mountain, Flying Feather, and Mystic Light, their figures concealed, descended without a sound.
The moment the four appeared, their expressions changed instantly when they saw Ming Xue sitting there.
Iron Mountain had the fiercest temper. He immediately took a step back, laws surging around him.
"Ling Xu! What the hell are you playing at? You sent word saying there was an important matter regarding Destiny to discuss, so why is Ming Xue here too?"
Feng Gu also looked coldly at Ling Xu.
"Fellow Daoist Ling Xu, you had better give us an explanation."
Everyone was now avoiding Ming Xue like the plague. Everyone knew this fellow was a sinister, petty man who would plot against cultivators from his own realm.
Ling Xu raised both hands and pressed them downward, signaling for everyone to be quiet.
"Everyone, don't get agitated. Ming Xue was the one who asked me to summon you. He said he has a way to resolve the predicament of our Destiny being seized."
"I thought none of us are having an easy time right now, so we might as well hear what he has to say."
The four exchanged a glance. Though they were still wary inside, they slowly withdrew their laws.
Flying Feather looked at Ming Xue, his tone unfriendly.
"Ming Xue, you had better truly have some useful method. Don't use us as your spears."
Ming Xue stood, his gaze sweeping over the five people present.
He did not beat around the bush and spoke plainly.
"Everyone, seventy percent of our Destiny is gone. Our path of cultivation will be