Xi Jin was leaning against the wall. The voice was right. Death would only make Dai’er feel guilty and uncomfortable. She would rather be wronged herself and keep this secret, but Shen Yunya maliciously revealed it to break him.
Would he still decide to die when he now knows about these possible tragedies?
“Why are you doing this?” Xi Jin’s gaze carefully scrutinized the paintings one by one. These depictions were so realistic as if they had actually happened.
The voice didn’t answer, as if it had disappeared, but Xi Jin knew it was still there.
“I just want to see how far you will go for your loved one.” In the empty room, a black figure appeared and looked at Xi Jin condescendingly. “Death is the most cowardly choice. That is not love, nor is it atonement.”
Xi Jin raised his head and looked at the figure of the national master’s celestial spirit which appeared lofty, like a god. He said in a slightly mocking tone, “State Preceptor, is all of this under your control? Was it all part of your plan?”
“No.” The State Preceptor looked at him indifferently. “I was only one step ahead of you and saw some things you did not.”
“Then are you a good person or a bad person?” Xi Jin ridiculed again. He used to think that the State Preceptor was sacred and inviolable, but after so many things happened, he discovered that he didn’t know much, didn’t stop him from making mistakes, and just watched him fall with cold eyes. Sometimes, he even helped them abuse him. He thought that this State Preceptor was really ridiculous.
“As for whether I’m good or bad, you know in your heart.” The State Preceptor replied aloofly while pointing to the portrait of the wedding. “She has seen this painting in the crystal ball, but she didn’t believe it. If you don’t believe me, you can go ask her.”
“State Preceptor, what is your purpose in revealing this to me?” Xi Jin still asked him. Why not stop this from happening yourself?
The State Preceptor looked at Xi Jin. His entire person appeared lifeless, even his way of reasoning sounded so lifeless. “Perhaps I thought this was a challenge. As for why I didn’t stop all of this, it’s just that as the person in charge of the crystal ball, I watch too much of this kind of thing and have become numb. This is all fate, so even if I know it’s going to happen, there is nothing I can do.”
“So what?” Xi Jin sneered.
“Is fate really unchangeable?” The State Preceptor looked down at him, then chuckled suddenly. “I want to try it. I want to change fate.”
It was impossible for people to go against the heavens.
“Then, what do you want me to do?” Xi Jin looked at the portraits as he listened to the words of the State Preceptor. The more he thought about it, the more ridiculous it sounded.
“I can’t see the fate of the two of them in this life. Even if I know something about them now, I still can’t see their final destiny.” The State Preceptor looked down at the lifeless Xi Jin with a smile. “Their love seems to be a punishment from the heavens. If they live, even if they fall in love, they will only get hurt. If they die, they will be separated by a bridge and can never really be together.”
“What does this have to do with the heavens?”
“I said that I can’t see the fate of the two of them in this life. It seems that there will be an accident, a big accident. If you don’t get rid of this accident, then maybe there she won’t exist in this world and you can save her from her fate.”
Xi Jin’s facial expression changed as he listened to the State Preceptor’s words. “What do you…what do you mean?”
“Perhaps her soul can’t be reincarnated, or worse…” the State Preceptor spoke with a calm expression on his face, his voice becoming even deeper, “Their souls are scattered. The ashes are gone!”
The State Preceptor’s words struck him like thunderbolts. His mind went blank and he couldn’t think of any more questions to ask. He only felt deep fear…
