About fate, Hu Ma had certainly heard a lot.
He always felt that Old Abacus seemed to have said something true now and then, yet it never felt fully reliable.
That old rascal had talked about fortunes before—about light lives and heavy lives and what might happen after meeting—but it always sounded more like hindsight than a genuine prediction, as if he was explaining things after they’d already happened rather than foretelling them.
And those Purple Taisui said to be able to “become immortal”… if one still had to look at fate, and the reincarnated ones were hidden everywhere under different identities, how would one even calculate their fates?
Why, of all things, would the Purple Taisui specifically affect a reborn one’s own spirit temple?
They’d detoured to the Blood Food mine precisely because they knew that old man knew a lot of odd things.
Hu Ma wanted to ask him straight, find out the truth.
But after questioning him the answers only left him more muddled.
The only thing he could be certain of was that the Pacifying Office’s records indeed had no mention or description of the Purple Taisui.