"The three children of fate..."
Lin Yuan fell into a momentary contemplation.
What does it mean to be a child of fate? Loved by the heavens, even a sip of water could bring fortune.
In essence, they possess extraordinary luck, often turning danger into opportunity and continuously growing stronger.
Today, Lin Yuan finally witnessed these characteristics.
Under normal circumstances, Xiao Huo, Yang Bixin, and Shen Lang should have gone to Sky Sword Mountain to challenge the Heavenly Sword Master, paving their path to the Ten Realms.
If everything had gone smoothly, when the trio reached Sky Sword Mountain, Lin Yuan's Lunar Primordial Spirit would descend, smashing Sky Sword Mountain flat.
With the power of the Lunar Primordial Spirit, no matter the methods of those three children of fate, their death was assured.
Yet, for some unknown reason, they stopped midway, talked to Situ Ming, and even invited him to join them.
This little delay helped them avoid a catastrophic calamity.
One could only say that these children of fate indeed have remarkable luck.
In normal times, even if they encountered Situ Ming, they wouldn't stop to talk, let alone hold such a lengthy conversation.
"Was it truly luck?"
"Or some sort of hint?"
Lin Yuan pondered with a thoughtful expression.