The Inconstant Great Saint returned to the Thought Sect after a long absence, seeking a thread of fate.
Unfortunately, he arrived slightly late; at this moment, Ning Fan had already slain the Green Palm Fate, ending the confrontation with the various Saints of the Thought Sect.
After asking his brothers about the origins of the fate, the Inconstant Great Saint felt regret fill his heart, difficult to let go.
His spine remained as straight as a millennium-old pine, yet the inner roots felt as if the main vein had been gouged out. Just by standing here, he felt unsteady, as if the ground beneath him were spinning.
"Even though I sensed Yun Zhao's fate, I still arrived late..."
He was late once again...
Once again... he failed to fulfill his duty as a father...
If he had sensed Yun Zhao's fate earlier, if he had returned to the sect sooner, perhaps he could have met that Nifan and traced some fate on the other to find the bones and souls of his two children...
