"My head hurts! You really are sixteen?" Lin Qi had a headache. He looked helplessly at the little girl standing beside him, her eyes utterly pure as she cautiously clutched his sleeve, terrified of getting lost. With silver hair, a pair of exquisite silver eyes, and a white gown, she looked like a delicate lily that would shatter at the lightest touch.
Hearing Lin Qi's question, the little girl hurriedly nodded obediently, tightening her small hand around his sleeve.
An hour earlier, the God of Fate, Te Ruo Mu, had forcibly dragged Lin Qi to his Temple of Fate and introduced his wife, the Goddess of Fate, to him. Completely unlike the towering, brilliant, magnificent grandeur of other temples, the Temple of Fate was low-key—extremely low-key. The small dark-gold temple exuded an atmosphere of gloom and oppression, inside and out.
There were no overly elaborate decorative patterns on the temple's surface, and even within the temple, there were only a few divine servants and maidservants. The Goddess of Fate had personally picked tea leaves on the spot, roasted them herself, then brewed them with clean mountain spring water and offered the tea to Lin Qi. It had to be said that the Goddess of Fate was skilled; the tea she brewed was fresh and pleasant.
Te Ruo Mu rambled on as he explained what the Fate Divine Pantheon had done during the Primordial Divine War. During that war, quite a few powerful gods had marched everywhere under the banner of the Fate Divine Pantheon. But most of those so-called gods of the Fate Divine Pantheon had actually come from the elf race and the Spirit God Clan.
Among the elves, a very small number of powerful elves were born with certain prophetic abilities, so they too called themselves gods of