Inside the Tower of Fate, Yue Yun and Ling Qian stared at the paintings of the thirteen Primordial Gods.
"Still can't remember anything?" Yue Yun asked.
Ling Qian shook her head. "Except for the familiar feeling, I can't think of anything. Perhaps I wasn't allowed to come up here back then."
"Forget it. Take your time," Yue Yun said gently. "I just want to know the final arrangement of the God of Fate."
Ling Qian took a deep look at her and said, "You should already know your own fate, am I correct?"
Yue Yun smiled and said, "Naturally. I exist for this purpose."
Ling Qian let out a long sigh. "Everything is destined to happen. There's no avoiding it."
Yue Yun didn't say anything. Suddenly, she sensed Yun Lintian's presence and quickly appeared at the entrance of the Tower of Fate.
She took a deep look at Yun Lintian and asked, "Did you manage to learn it?"
