"What are you looking for?"
"Information on the other Master Clans."
"Why?"
"To get revenge."
"Revenge?"
Fate Left said, "The moment I went out, I got mocked by living beings from the other Master Clans. If I don't get revenge, where does that leave my dignity?"
The living being laughed. "You think you can beat them?"
"No. I'm going to insult them to death."
The living being...
After looking for a while, Fate Left asked, "Are there records about living beings from the other Master Clans who are around my generation, or older than me?"
"There are, but why are you looking for those?"
"I told you, I'm going to insult them to death. Just imagine—what does it feel like when even your ancestor's ancestor has to call me 'great-uncle'?"
The living being was speechless. Hearing that, it wanted to punch him to death. This guy really did intend to insult the other Master Clans' living beings to death.
Forget it. Let him be. It wasn't any important history, anyway.
Fate Left saw records of fortune, time, consciousness, and karma. It saw many ancient names. A lot of them had been crossed out, meaning their owners had died, but most of the names remained.
"Where are these living beings?"
"Time Ancient City."
"Where's that?"
"You'll find out when it's time for you to know."
After looking for a long time, Fate Left left.
When Fate Left reunited with Lu Yin and Wang Chenchen, Lu Yin saw Fate Left's memories too.
Saint Eight-Pattern Shang Zi Ji was an ancient figure. He had already been a powerhouse who had mastered three Dao Laws when he took part in the battle against the Nine Fortresses.
The Life Master Clan's records contained no detailed account of Saint Ji's power. This seemed to be a