"Void."
Fate was uncertain.
Clouds and rain were unpredictable.
This was Yu Zhiwen's answer: Void.
This answer was very special. Yu Zhiwen often got this answer when she faced people, things that she was powerless to do anything about.
Of course, on the Yunlun Mountain Range, she had gotten the same answer every time she calculated Xu Xiaoshou's fate with her fingers.
"What did you get?" Dao Qiongcang suddenly turned toward her.
Yu Zhiwen was stunned and subconsciously lowered her head. "I'm too weak."
"Then I am also very weak." Dao Qiongcang smiled. "I won't get anything either."
Yu Zhiwen's mouth opened slightly, and her veil outlined the curve. However, she didn't make a sound, but there was a stunned look in her starry eyes.
"Void."
Dao Xuanji was clad in a Daoist robe and her long hair was tied up; her eyebrows were sparse and she had thin lips. Her eyes were devoid of any emotion and she held a horsetail whisk in her hand as she spoke softly.
