Not the Destined One

Wang Wei was not the only one momentarily frozen but also everything around him. The flame in the room, the dust on the ground, the spirit of inheritance, and even the space in the surrounding.

When everything returned to normal, Wang Wei found himself standing in his original place, before he raised his hand to take the scripture. He could not tell whether time returned backward before he raised his hand, or he just subconsciously did so.

He did not know when but a young man stood in front of him, He had long hair dancing with the wind, dressed in blue robes with flame patterns on them.

He was handsome but not too handsome; he appeared to be more like a mortal than a cultivator. His eyes were very bright, and after one glance at them, Wang Wei was almost fascinated.