After Yue Xing progenitor said those words, Wang Baole fell silent. The mask that was floating in mid-air trembled slightly. Inside the mask, Little Missy was squatting in a corner, hugging her knees and lowering her head, i Can’t see her face, but I can see her body, trembling.
Fate, huh... Wang Baole muttered. Be it his mission as the dark child or his understanding of the fate that the Xie family patriarch was skilled in during the previous battle, he was no stranger to fate.
The so-called fate was a person’s past and future. If a person’s life was viewed as a line, then this line... was in fact fate.
When he was the dark child, Wang Baole had once decided a person’s fate. Therefore, he understood very well... a person who had lost their fate meant that the front and back segments of the line were gone, leaving only a single point.
The front segment that had been lost represented the past.
The back segment that had been lost represented the future.