The old man's response was calm yet firm. "Yeah," he acknowledged, his eyes meeting Jiho's unwavering gaze.
"Even if we believe or not, fate always works. And we all have to follow it."
Jiho's skepticism turned into a sneer. "Then tell fate that if it has guts, then come toe to toe. I also want to see what this fate look like," she declared, her voice carrying a hint of defiance as she stared at the old man.
"Jiho, no matter what happens, there is always something connected to faith. No matter what we do, we cannot shake it off," the old man looked back at Jiho and said in a calm tone, making Jiho more and more irritated.
Jiho's taunting words echoed through the air, carrying the weight of her frustration and disbelief.
