Yet this white sparrow perched upon a branch, as though it had not seen Lu Qing at all.
A light rain was falling, and damp mist drifted beneath the vault of heaven.
At a time like this, even an ordinary white sparrow would take care to keep the rain from soaking its feathers.
It gently preened its snow-white plumage, making soft chirping sounds without end.
Lu Qing's gaze fell upon the several destinies on its body.
Lines of destiny slowly surfaced.
This white sparrow was unlike other cultivators.
It did not possess the slightest Spirit Light belonging to one who cultivated.
There was only haziness, immaturity, and Chaos.
Not a trace of awakening.
Countless mundane living creatures were like this.
Without awakening, they spent their entire lives drifting through such muddled ignorance.
Naturally, Lu Qing was not looking at its Spirit Light.
Among tens of millions, a single anomaly was enough for Lu Qing to take note of it.
The other familiar people all had cultivation upon them.
Moreover, the overwhelming majority of them were geniuses.
Lu Qing did not believe this sense of similarity was a coincidence.
And looking at it the other way around, when a patch of green alone appeared amid ten thousand, that difference likewise could not be a mere chance occurrence.
After cultivating, Lu Qing naturally came to understand that behind chance encounters, there was usually some corresponding Fortune Dao.
Gain and loss, gaining one thing and losing another—over the long years, they could always be matched up.
The first destiny that surfaced before this white sparrow's eyes—
Was indeed utterly ordinary.
It was merely the destiny of an ordinary white sparrow.
It was born in a nest amid the treetops and forest branches.
Then, after its feathers gradually grew in, it learned to fly