"The same Fate Pattern?"
Hearing the words of the Grandmaster and the Masters, although An Jing had some suspicions in his heart, he didn't dare to jump to such an outlandish conclusion immediately: "So, is this just a coincidence?"
"Hard to say."
Ming Heguang took a sip of wine. This time, Chenyinzi didn't glare at him. The seasoned True Person squinted his eyes and said solemnly: "If it really is Bright Mirror Calm Water, then I dare say, there is an eighty percent chance that Little Bei's Fate Pattern originates from Brother Suran."
"Nephew, you know well, when a powerful Martial Artist falls, their Formation Realm shatters, transforming into vast amounts of Spiritual Fiend that invade an area, subsequently altering the environment—creating either the Land of Calamity or a Blessed Land..."
"And what about the Fate Pattern? Does the Fate Pattern get reclaimed by the heavens?"
