"What exactly do you want to say?" Hongyue asked impatiently.
Ling Qian smiled and raised her finger to point at Hongyue, Nantian Fengyu, Linlin, Qingqing, and Yun Lintian. "You, you, you, you, and you. All of you will die. Although it won't be soon, you can't escape your fate in the end."
"What nonsense are you spouting?" Linlin uttered coldly. She wouldn't allow anyone to say anything bad about Yun Lintian.
Ling Qian chuckled, unfazed by Linlin's outburst. "Little girl, do you understand what fate is?" Her eyes, filled with ancient wisdom, seemed to pierce through Linlin's soul, causing the young girl to shiver involuntarily.
"Fate is the predetermined course of events," Ling Qian continued, her voice echoing through the dimly lit room. "It is the invisible hand that guides our lives, the inevitable path that we all must follow."
