He was clearly visiting prostitutes, yet he still put on an act of profound depth here.
Pah! Lin Heng had never seen anyone so brazenly shameless.
"Young man, listen to the meaning beneath the words. You need to understand what I mean. Fate is ordained by heaven, yet one is defeated by destiny. You may not regret it now, but will you regret it later?"
"Hmph!"
Lin Heng snorted coldly. "Don't talk to me about the future or fate. The strong change their fate; the weak complain about it."
Countless people had told him that his future self would be immensely powerful, but he would not become smug and complacent because of it.
Perhaps from the moment he learned that he would be powerful in the future, that future would no longer remain powerful.
It was like someone from the future coming to the present and telling you that if you went out tomorrow, lightning would surely strike you dead on the spot.
So, you chose not to go out.
Then the events of the future changed because of it. You indeed were not struck dead by lightning, but an innocent passerby now stood in the place originally destined for you.
Yet that passerby still formed a certain karmic bond with you.
Many years later, a youth claiming to be the passerby's son would come carrying a three-foot sharp sword and kill you, calling it vengeance for his father. Why was it not you who had been struck dead that day?
What absurd, laughable karmic logic—but that was simply how this world worked.
The ramshackle troupe would not permit anything to escape its control, even if it had to forcibly descend with a karmic execution.
Lin Ziqing knew he should not say such things, yet if he did not, he