Moreover, he had a premonition that what Ye Lin was about to say concerned him—and was something extremely important to him.
A flicker of helplessness passed through Ye Lin's eyes as he spoke softly.
"Is that so? I see."
Hearing Ye Lin's words, understanding flashed through Chen Changsheng's eyes. He was no brute; with Ye Lin having said this much, he naturally understood something.
"Does that matter concern me?"
Chen Changsheng asked again.
"Mm."
Ye Lin nodded.
What he wanted to say had always concerned Chen Changsheng.
If there were truly any possibility, he really wanted to alter Chen Changsheng's Destiny.
After all, this was a future Primordial Unity Golden Immortal of the Human Race.
He was Human Race himself, so naturally he wanted the Human Race to grow ever stronger.
"Fine. Even if you don't say it, I already know."
"Whatever it is, it's nothing good. But since it happened, that means I have no choice but to go. You needn't say anything more, lest you bring disaster upon yourself."
Chen Changsheng nodded, his voice low.
At that moment, Ye Lin seemed to realize something.
Chen Changsheng had been killed by the backlash of fate after stepping into the Primordial Unity Golden Immortal realm. By then, Chen Changsheng might already have known his own Destiny, yet he had still resolutely chosen to break through.
Something major must have happened.
After all, cultivators—the stronger they were, the more sensitive they were to their own deaths.
For instance, if Ye Lin were destined to die within the next few months or even years, the current Ye Lin would receive a warning.
And Chen Changsheng had stood at such a height back then—how could he not have known his own Destiny?
How could he not have seen it clearly?
Since he knew