Fate Gentleman's front was shrouded in mist; it was still a blind grid.
Li Qingxian looked with his Spirit Eye, and the white mist dispersed.
Ten grids, ten Fate Stars.
Just as Li Qingxian was about to analyze them carefully, he turned to look at White Deer Head's ten Fate Star grids, only to find that the other man was looking at his Fate Star grids as well.
The two exchanged another glance before looking away.
"Though nothing was said about this third round, victory and defeat will surely be decided. Since we are choosing Fate Molds, it must test the two of us' understanding of Fate Arts and Fate Molds. My advantage is that I can see the Fate Stars precisely. He cannot see them and can only deduce. His advantages lie in rank, experience, knowledge, and Fate Artifacts."
"Could this third round test the mutual generation and restraint of Fate Molds? Find the other party's weakness, then counter it?"
Li Qingxian frowned slightly. The logic made sense, yet something still felt off. He could not say what the problem was.
Li Qingxian carefully sorted through the course of this Fate Game, from the initial choice of Fate Gentleman to the later three hardships and three joys, from his own experiences and changes to the changes and experiences of the others...
Slowly, Li Qingxian realized that he could not view a Grand Fate Arts Master through an overly narrow lens.
Would someone who did not treasure their old broom and who was willing to support the younger generation truly place greater importance on the most basic mutual generation and restraint of Fate Arts? If so, a contest of memorization would have been enough.
Li Qingxian decided to abandon that narrow viewpoint, uphold his previous judgment, follow the grand momentum,