"Master, I am certain." Xu Gang nodded earnestly.
Xu Fan observed the Five-Color Peak for a while, and he too couldn't find anything unusual about it.
Then, the three thousand Taoism Plates appeared behind Xu Fan, started rotating on the plates, and finally, the plate representing fate began to glow slowly.
The power of fate transformed into a light thread, seemingly merging into Xu Gang's cause and effect.
Before long, the light thread returned to the Taoism Plates.
Xu Fan, stroking his chin, felt quite strange.
"This is unscientific. At my realm, even if a saint sets up the situation, I should be able to perceive it."
Thinking about this, Xu Fan looked at Xu Gang and said: "It could be that your mental state is disturbed and aroused those words. Master can't tell whether this is an opportunity or something else right now."
"Wait and observe for a while. When that fluctuation becomes strong or guides you to certain places, I'll accompany you to investigate." Xu Fan said.
