"Since you have affairs to attend to, fellow Daoist, this poor Daoist naturally would not dare obstruct you. It's just that..."
Zhunti's gaze shifted and fell once more upon the Five-colored light sphere:
"Earlier, I saw you subdue the evil cultivators of the Demon Sect. The wonderful methods of our Western Religion can rid them of demonic qi. Why not let us handle this trouble on your behalf?"
When he had arrived at Golden Vegetarian Mountain earlier, Zhunti had noticed that Kong Xuan, whom Ling Yan had suppressed, was fated for the West. That was why he had asked for him.
Fate was a wondrous and indescribable thing.
Being fated did not mean one would obtain it.
While walking along a road, one might encounter a fork and take one of two separate paths, with opportunities awaiting at the end of both.
The choice lay with oneself. Being able to reach that point meant both opportunities were fated with one, yet one could only choose a single path.
Under such circumstances, the opportunity on the other path was a case of fate without fortune.
Even if it lay right before one's eyes, one would ultimately be unable to obtain it.
Not to mention that even after choosing a path and reaching its end, it was entirely possible for an enemy to snatch away the opportunity.
Many opportunities were not exclusive to a single person.
The first to arrive obtained them, the virtuous claimed them, and the strong seized them.
Kong Xuan was indeed fated for the West, but that did not mean he was not fated with others.
And being fated did not mean he had to join the West.
Ling Yan would not casually hand over her spoils of war. With an unquestionable attitude, she directly refused:
"Fellow Daoist