"Yes, it's me!"
The Destiny Empress sneered, her figure always appearing ethereal, not her true body but a simple incarnation.
Feng Chuan was not afraid and said,
"What brings you to me? To kill me? Haha! I'm merely a Saint Heir from the Wanzong Holy Land, at the Heavenly Emperor Level, not that important of a figure. What use is there in killing me?"
He finished, followed by a self-mocking laugh.
"You are the Pavilion Master of Tianji Pavilion!"
These words from the Destiny Empress caused a subtle change in Feng Chuan's expression.
"What do you mean by that?"
"To recruit you."
The Destiny Empress wasted no words.
Feng Chuan's pupils shrank.
Although he had once entertained the wild idea of joining the ranks of the Celestial Clan of Suspended Mountain, upon reflection, he felt that such an action would surely lead to a dreadful end.
He wanted to become the Son of Destiny!
But joining the Celestial Clan would mean complete betrayal.
