When Hong Lin saw Cheng Shi frown, she really wanted to pin the blame on Tao Yi and say that the little fox had done everything, and that she had nothing to do with it.
But her personality wouldn't let her make Tao Yi take the fall, so she could only pretend nothing was wrong, greet Cheng Shi, then pull Tao Yi inside and sit down.
Looking at Big Cat's awkward expression and Tao Yi's faintly raised lips, Cheng Shi had little trouble guessing that the setup had most likely been created by the Wood Elf. Regardless of whether her understanding and insights into Destiny were correct, the all-wood door and tables alone were enough to say something.
He had no objections to the venue. The Fated weren't clowns; every one of them had plenty of schemes and ulterior motives. They needed the atmosphere to suppress the liars' restless urge to deceive.
Here, the youngest Cheng Shi instead looked more like the head of the family. He could criticize current affairs without the slightest restraint, comment on the gods and the universe, present his views, and offer his suggestions. The others, honestly, were all listeners.
Big Cat could have been an exception, but she still lacked a broader perspective and a cleverer mind.
The Blind Man could have been one too, but that only applied to the Blind Man who originally belonged to the present world.
An the Chosen, who had been brought here, had experienced her Lord of Grace's abandonment and had already shattered into a pitiful person staggering along the path of Destiny. Whether it was the Fate Weaver's salvation or the clown's encouragement, both had become her guidance.
As for Li Wufang, this seemingly order-abiding "junior" seemed to know nothing but how to follow Order—let alone the