Mount Lu.
The waterfall cascaded from the clouds, shrouded in thick mist, bringing the chill of early autumn.
"Achoo!"
The thunderous sneeze exploded in the valley, startling the tourists below who thought it was a daylight thunder, and dared not make any rash moves.
Zhu Zongwang looked askance in surprise, "It's just the start of autumn, and you catch a cold? What a weakling for someone from Heavenly Bridge."
Huo Hongyuan ignored the jest, glancing around.
"Something's not right."
"What's not right?"
"Can't put my finger on it."
"Paranoid."
Zhu Zongwang folded his arms and snickered.
Huo Hongyuan's brows were tightly knotted as he stood still, deep in thought under the thundering waterfall, pondering the source of his uneasiness.
After a long while.
"My fate pattern is changing."
Seeing that Huo Hongyuan didn't seem to be going insane, Zhu Zongwang dropped his arms, his expression serious, "Your fate pattern is changing, are you serious?"
