The witch eyed Bai Lan, her voice calm but laced with wisdom. "You get what you give. Fate, in the end, is always fair."
She continued, her tone growing more philosophical, "The power of luck has already woven itself into your destiny, like ripples on the surface of a pond. It might seem insignificant now, but in time, those ripples will affect your future. Just wait, and as long as you keep moving forward, that power will reveal itself."
Williamstood there, unconvinced. He couldn't help but think this sounded like the kind of empty encouragement people give when they don't know what else to say. 'Just keep going,' he thought sarcastically. 'Eventually, something good will happen.'
He had heard this type of advice before, and past experiences had taught him not to put much stock in it. Relying on luck felt like a gamble, and he had no intention of placing his fate in the hands of something as unpredictable as luck.
