On the deck.
Jiang Hao gazed at the figure before him, feeling a mix of surprise and intrigue.
Not only was the other party incredibly powerful, but there was also an aura of Fate-bearing Qi emanating from him.
Two types of Dao seemed to coexist within him.
One was a natural heavenly Dao, while the other appeared to be a Dao tied to Fate itself, as if it had been preordained.
It resembled a withered path within the river of time, yet it wasn’t the kind achieved by integrating oneself into that river.
Rather, it seemed to be a form of decay and eternity attained through the Fate-bound Dao of an ancient path.
“Senior, are you perhaps a Supreme Fate Dao Sovereign?” Jiang Hao asked with curiosity.
Hearing this, the man froze for a moment, but quickly composed himself and replied calmly:
“You’ve got sharp eyes. That title isn’t a bad guess.”
“It’s not just a guess. The title indeed fits. I’ve encountered similar names before,” Jiang Hao replied, intrigued.
The man was momentarily stunned, looking at Jiang Hao with a mixture of confusion and disbelief.
“What do you mean you’ve encountered similar names? How could that be possible?”
Even though the other party didn’t look particularly “wise” to him, the man couldn’t dismiss the possibility entirely.