"Senior Qu, didn't you just say that my destiny was good?" Mu Huaidong simply couldn't swallow his indignation and questioned Qu Shanling.
"Your destiny is indeed good, but his is even better. Yours is the destiny of a mortal destined for wealth and prominence, yet his is entrusted by the stars above. If triumphant, he could be an emperor, a general, or the richest under heaven. If defeated, he could be a chaotic hero, remembered eternally. Excellent, excellent indeed. I've studied the Star Divination Technique for nearly a hundred years, and through my hands, face and bone reading have predicted life and death for no less than ten thousand, if not eight thousand souls. Yet such a good destiny is but my first encounter, truly remarkable. Such a fate should exist only in the heavens. How many times could it be found in the human world..." The old god-man, grabbing Mu Nan's hand and shaking it, was spitting so much that it almost flew onto his face.
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