The noonday sun drifted through the heavens alongside the winter's chill, with the occasional lone bird flying across the sky.
Xu Zimei rode atop the Dark Heaven Tiger on the main road, where he encountered too many people along the way.
Some were aboard Holy Vessels, others rode Monster Beasts, and without exception, they were all on their way to congratulate the Baili Family.
"Master, do you know of the River of Fate?" Bai Meng's voice came from beside him, his presence unseen but his voice heard.
"I have personally witnessed the transformations of the River of Fate," Xu Zimei nodded in response.
"All beings cannot escape the shackles of the River of Fate," Bai Meng spoke slowly, "It is said that only by unlocking the twelve Vein Gates can one transcend oneself and the world, truly escaping the constraints of fate."
"What are you trying to say?" Xu Zimei asked.
