You had to look on the bright side. No matter how bizarre the situation was, as long as there was no failure notice, it meant you were on the road to success.
The idea of defying fate was undoubtedly exaggerated, but as a professional mission-taker, Fu Qian had never been one to let appearances deceive him. He quickly got to the point.
"I just thought of something."
After a moment's thought, he suddenly looked at Yuan Fang.
"So in the future you saw, this conversation was included?"
"Yes."
Yuan Fang's tone was utterly certain.
"But theoretically speaking, if the bright future brought by the flames is already set in stone, then there doesn't seem to be any need for this meeting. At the very least, there's no need to rush into it."
Fu Qian rubbed his chin, looking thoughtful.
"But if that future is only a possibility, and as the savior I still have things left to do, then there's a question we can't ignore—what if I hear you out and come to a different conclusion? Is that also the fate you divined?"
"Very perceptive. And a good question."
Yuan Fang looked slightly surprised, then broke into a textbook fortune-teller's smile.
"But the wonder of fate is that your will matters and doesn't matter at the same time."
"First, I'm absolutely certain that future will come."
"Second, the significance of our meeting today doesn't lie in either of our attitudes. It lies in my telling you that you're the savior. It doesn't even matter whether you believe it."
"And I will indeed ask you for a favor next. But whether you do it, and how you do it, is up to you. I won't force you."
Prophet Yuan, you'd just vividly demonstrated why fortune-tellers got beaten up.
Fu Qian thought