"D-die? Die for a moment?!"
The Fat Wizard shot Xiao Xiao a horrified look. He gave a dry laugh and waved both hands. "Dying over a little thing like this isn't what a man does... Besides, we're not Brother Qing. We don't have a headmaster and teachers watching over us. Dying would be easy. Coming back would be the hard part."
"We may not have a headmaster, but we have several deans and Legends watching from above. Do you think they'd actually let you stay dead?" Xiao Xiao asked with a straight face. "Besides, this concerns how merit is distributed after World Ascension, and who gets authority over the world. It's hardly a little thing."
"...Then why am I the one who has to die?" The Fat Wizard had finally caught up, and he looked baffled.
Xiao Xiao patted the Crystal Ball in his arms. "Because I weighed the options. Your death carries the least risk... Zhang Jixin is a direct heir of the Zhang Family, Dylan carries the blood of two great moonlit houses, and Blue Sparrow's sword is exceptionally sharp... Compared with them, your death would cause fewer headaches afterward."
Fatty Xin understood. His face went blank. "So what you're saying is, my Destiny Pattern is the cheapest?"
"Not the cheapest. The lightest. That means bringing you back would cost us the least." The joking note had left Xiao Xiao's voice, replaced by something more serious.
That made the Fat Wizard consider it seriously too.
"Destiny Patterns, schmestiny. That's just something people tell themselves!"
Zhang Jixin frowned, cutting off the exchange between the Diviner and the Fat Wizard. "Don't throw the word 'death' around on a hunting ground. It's taboo. Don't you know that? Besides, didn't Xiao Xiao say we could ask Little Jade to—"
He never finished.