An Invitation from the Fated

This time, Cheng Shi's devotion was genuine.

Though he had switched back to being the Deceiver Clown, a devotion to Fate unlike anything he had ever felt before surged through him. He truly hoped the prayer, "All roads taken and yet to come are fated," could guide him home.

But that sincere feeling lasted only an instant. In the next second, the devotion in Cheng Shi's eyes turned into a different kind of madness. He suddenly raised his head and smiled brightly at the Blind Man before asking again:

"Well? Interested?"

The Blind Man... looked positively fascinating.

She didn't know how to describe what she was feeling. All she could see was the spiderweb before her rapidly spreading. Countless strands wove together into a web, shooting out in every direction. In an instant, it swept toward her like a cloud blotting out the sky.

She felt like prey on the verge of being trapped in the web, with nowhere to run and no way to resist. There was not only the overwhelming pressure of the web closing in, but also a faint, elusive summons from Fate.

Fate was a curious thing. An Mingyu always prided herself on seeing through it, but in all the fates she could see... Cheng Shi had never once appeared.

This Fate Weaver was as strange as they came. During this trial, she had invited him to join the Fire Keepers again and again, and he had always refused. Yet once night fell, he had turned around and invited her instead.

What was this supposed to mean?

I don't want to spread the flame, and now I'm trying to poach someone from the Fire Keepers?

Surely this Fated person wasn't an enemy of the Fire Keepers?

The Blind Man was stunned, then amused, then laughing.

Her