Before the others could digest the cruel implications of those words, Hei Xiaohu's gaze fell on Hong Mao again, the scrutiny and doubt in his eyes growing more obvious.
"I once used a secret art to glimpse the Destiny trajectory of this world, which is why I recognized you—the 'Children of Destiny' favored by this world's Fortune."
"But according to the 'trajectory' I saw, your gathering, hardships, and even your final battle should have been far more prolonged and winding."
Hong Mao's heart tightened. He knew this was because he had joined the Chat Group, but his expression remained calm, revealing nothing.
"Everything has progressed abnormally quickly."
"Still, that is not a bad thing for me. On the contrary, it has saved me quite a bit of time."
He paused, as though weighing his words. In the end, he spoke in a faintly reflective yet condescending tone.
"My 'father' was obsessed with dominating the martial world, believing himself invincible beneath the heavens, never realizing how narrow his vision truly was."
"What he pursued was nothing more than worldly power and savage strength. In the end, he could not escape Destiny's shackles and became a stepping stone on the Seven Swords' path to fame."
"That was his predetermined fate, and also part of the 'trajectory' I glimpsed."
"What the hell are you babbling about?!"
Da Ben was completely lost. Things like Causality, trajectories, and Destiny's shackles were utterly incomprehensible to him.
He glared at Hei Xiaohu with his tiger-like eyes and roared in a deep voice.
"Quit acting all mysterious here!"
"Your father, Black Heart Tiger, committed countless evil deeds and deserved to die! If you've got any guts, then come at us if you want revenge!"
"If you don't want to fight, then get the hell out! Find some deserted