Facing the Fate Race's Dragon Sparrow Fate Master, Ye Ming immediately grew humble.
Even the murderous aura spilling from him subsided, leaving none of his earlier aggression.
Against A Lan, he could argue his case and even apply extreme pressure to test his limits.
But before Fate Throat, continuing to do so would undoubtedly make him a joke.
No matter how fiercely the waves surged, they could not stir the depths of an ocean trench.
The Mingwu Race's combat strength posed no threat before the towering mountain that was the Fate Race.
Tides rose and fell, powerful races replaced one another, and the world had changed greatly during their long slumber. The fact that the Fate Race still stood was the best proof of its strength.
In that Equivalent Gamble back then, he had wagered everything, even the Mingwu rules.
He had also considered all manner of potential risks along the way.
For instance, if he entered the Fate Race's territory carrying rules, they might plunder him before the gamble even began.
Alone back then, he had been like a lamb walking into a tiger's den.
If the Fate Race truly moved against him, he would have no way to resist.
Facing the entire Fate Race with his strength alone would leave him only one outcome: death.
But the Fate Race had upheld its principles, welcomed him, and allowed him to participate in an equivalent gamble.
It could be said that his ability to free the Mingwu Race from the Deathwhisper Race's shadow and let his slumbering kin breathe the Azure Star Sea's ocean breeze again had depended half on his efforts and half on the Fate Race's commitment to "Equivalent Gamble."
Their adherence to that commitment was more reliable than any faction's treaty.
Meeting again, Ye Ming felt only