The Solitary Life Elder's gaze made Xu Qiuming quite uncomfortable, and at the same time, he pondered the words of the Solitary Life Elder.
Do I possess the Saintly nature?
The destiny of a Great Saint?
But will I die?
Xu Qiuming was both excited and uneasy by what he said.
Who wouldn't want to become a Great Saint?
Yet if the Solitary Life Elder could truly foresee destiny, he might very well die on the Saintly Path.
The cultivators gathered in front of the inn were all taking measure of Xu Qiuming, not recognizing him, so they were curious about his identity.
Hong Xian'er glanced at Xu Qiuming, uninterested in this cultivator with the Saintly nature, and instead turned back to the Solitary Life Elder, pressing him, "Speak! Why don't you continue?"
The expression on the Solitary Life Elder's face grew even more peculiar as he said, "His fate is changing too, he may not die, and the Saintly nature is becoming more solidified..."