"Eh?!"
The maid's pupils suddenly constricted at those words.
Only now did she understand why her young lady had paid Jiang Xuan such close attention after he revealed such transcendent strength.
"Jiang Xuan... is a Child of Destiny like the president?!"
The moment the words "Child of Destiny" fell, the atmosphere on the third floor of Drunken Dream Star-Moon instantly grew as heavy as an abyss.
Within the Firmament Ancient Realm, the words "heavenly destiny" had never been a joke, much less a title one could claim merely through personal strength.
A Cold Gate disciple might rely on fortuitous encounters and arduous cultivation to ascend all the way to the Nascent Soul realm, or even the Dharma Form realm. That was certainly worthy of respect and admiration, yet they still could not be called one favored by destiny.
Only peerless figures who single-handedly founded immortal sects and great schools, created entirely new Dao Branches, or, like the black-robed president, forcibly raised the strength of the entire Southeastern Province by a full level and thoroughly altered the balance of power between two regions, could bear the weighty four words "Child of Destiny."
Leaning by the window, Dongfang Xiyue lightly tapped the windowsill with her fingertips, her gaze cast toward the distant lakes and mountains—she was looking at Jiang Xuan, yet she was also silently recalling the earthshaking turmoil caused whenever past Children of Destiny descended upon the world. Those old tales that overturned heaven and earth had taken place hundreds or thousands of years ago, but even now, recalling them still made her heart sway.
"Only when heaven and earth undergo great upheaval, when chaos springs up everywhere, will a Child of Destiny be born to answer the tribulation." Dongfang Xiyue murmured softly, her tone deep and still as water. "This