The door swung open, and Long Tian emerged from the room.
Many people didn't notice him due to their preoccupations and ignorance about the door. However, the monk was taken aback when he saw Long Tian was still alive. He hurriedly approached him.
"You, you're still alive? How is that possible?" He said in disbelief.
"What? Were you hoping for me to die?" Long Tian asked, his tone cold.
"No, no. My master couldn't be wrong, and you clearly weren't the one he meant. How could you break through fate?" The monk asked earnestly.
Long Tian became annoyed. "Why do you keep talking about fate? Just because of the word 'fate,' you've been holding back. Hiding behind the words 'I'm aware of my place.' Only trash hesitates because of fate, and you're no different," Long Tian said coldly, his arms crossed.
"You!" The monk grew angry.
