At the Center of the River of Fate was a lavish palace called the Fate Haven Palace, which embodied causality itself. A man sat comfortably on a hanging chair with a cup containing wine in his left hand while looking at a screen projection.
The Adjudicator of Fate calmly watched Wang Wei's confrontation with the mark of the Outer Gods. "No wonder [Fate] loves him so much. Such a simple and obvious idea, but only he thought of it." The Chaos Universe was vast; maybe someone else had the same idea. However, none of that matters because that bastard was the only one who had the ability or skill to succeed while also having a deep connection with fate.
