Miss Fate gazed intently at Lu Yin. "That's just a rare treasure used in the cultivation of Fate. I saw one before I was sealed away. It's not especially rare, but with it, you can touch Fate. I heard Dao Child Lu collected quite a bit of Fate-Playing Quick Sand. Were you hoping to make contact with Fate?"
"Where is Fate?" Lu Yin asked.
Miss Fate smiled bitterly. "How could I possibly know where Fate is? If Dao Child Lu is willing, you can give the Fate-Playing Quick Sand to me. Once I've gathered enough, perhaps I can divine Fate's whereabouts. Of course, there's no guarantee I'll succeed."
There was no way Lu Yin could give Miss Fate the Fate-Playing Quick Sand. Even if he'd wanted to, he couldn't have handed it over now. The specks of starlight surrounded by two commas inside his body were the Fate-Playing Quick Sand, broken down.
The thought made him a little uneasy. Would Miss Fate be able to tell that the Fate-Playing Quick Sand had been broken down?
She made it sound easy, but how could something that let one touch Fate be so simple? Maybe this thing was Fate's most precious rare treasure.
It wasn't really his fault. The sword had stabbed it, and he didn't have the ability to break down the Fate-Playing Quick Sand. Wait—Lu Yin remembered rolling a two on the die. It seemed he did have that ability after all.
To keep Miss Fate from noticing anything, Lu Yin hurriedly sent her on her way.
After Miss Fate left, the person Lu Yin had been waiting for arrived: Zhaoran.
Twenty years had passed. As soon as he returned, he'd gone into seclusion to cultivate. He had a lot to deal with and a lot of people to see.