The young scholar's eyes suddenly lit up. Then, as though he had remembered something, that gleam turned into something far more obscure and unreadable.
"Fate, fate..."
He murmured the word under his breath.
Yet it was as though he could not quell that faint stirring in his heart.
He had never considered such things before.
Because that was the divine ability of mighty supernatural cultivators.
No matter how he looked at it, it had nothing to do with him.
But now, his gaze fell upon it.
His thoughts could not settle.
"If that is the case, then Tong Zhenming's fate pattern... no wonder he had such experiences."
"To alter fate—how could one alter it?"
He thought it, and he asked it aloud.
The spirit script upon the booklet seemed to sense something as well, swiftly weaving itself into another passage of text.
The young scholar stared at it blankly.
"All things possess spirit; alteration requires bearing."
"Bear its price."
"The price."
Thinking of something, he looked at the booklet in utter disbelief.
"They say some great power has been plotting behind Tong Zhenming. Now it seems that may well be true."
He had merely heard a few rumors before.
Those rumors claimed that the fates of certain heavenly prodigies seemed to differ by the slightest trace.
Yet Lu Qing, in Tao City, had never underestimated the capable people and powerful experts beneath the heavens.
These capable people and powerful experts were extraordinary no matter how one looked at them.
That some among them could perceive a slight difference in the fates of those few people was only natural.
After all, those people's fates had always possessed a few unique qualities.
Lu Qing looked toward the clouds high above.
The clouds were majestic, and behind that majesty lay gazes from beyond