"This shouldn't be happening! How could this be happening?!" From a great distance, watching Sky Zephyr City and the fight that laid to rest nine Realmlords, Ming Shufeng was holding her face with reddened eyes, seemingly mad, seemingly bedeviled. She had glimpsed into Heavenly Fate! She had visions of the future, of the peaceful summit, of Wei Wuyin's defeat!
How could this be happening?! This wasn't like before, with a little misreading of the situation, but the entire rewriting of the script! Her belief in her visions, in fate energies, in the Heavenly Daos' omnipotence, was tested at this very moment.
Even San Yongli, who was standing near her, had bright crimson eyes beneath her hood. Those eyes of hers were suffused with confusion and uncertainty, feeling that this didn't make a lick of sense. The Book of Heaven's Path had added Wei Wuyin's storyline to its events, unlike before, and she knew this meant he wasn't like her. He was a normal cultivator.