"The rumors of the woodcutter encountering the Immortal..." Chen Dengming nodded slightly, for he had heard of them too.
Qu Shenzong said, "According to the intention of your Ancestor, everything in the world has its predestined fate, and this fate lies within the chessboard of the Immortal's game.
Your Ancestor, you, I, all of us might just be pieces on the chessboard, or perhaps not even pieces at all.
The death of your Ancestor was predestined, for he was merely a sacrificial piece in the hands of the Immortal..."
"Predestined fate?"
Chen Dengming frowned, looking at the mountain peak ahead, feeling an inexplicable surge of anger.
He refused to believe in any predestined fate.
The thought that his Ancestor's death was a predetermined event, a piece the Immortal had decided to sacrifice long ago, only filled him with ridicule and sorrow.
