"Back when you met me and gave me Fire Copper, how could this fateful encounter not be a destiny that the Saint had long planned?"
Chen Yan's body trembled!
He himself was a cultivator and understood how to read destiny.
But... could it be, as Zhou Qingning said, that all these matters had been calculated by the Saint long ago, that they had foreseen it already?
Had they foreseen destiny and used the momentum to guide events?
Meeting Zhou Qingning was not a coincidence?
Just now, what did the Saintess Ghost say...?
Not a waste of all the effort I put in!
Was all the effort placed on me?
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Zhou Qingning no longer spoke and instead presented the tea beside Chen Yan's chair and then turned to leave.
In the hall, only the Saintess Ghost and Chen Yan were left alone.
Chen Yan gazed at the teacup in front of him, lost in thought.
The tea consisted of leaves he had placed here himself, although it was considered good tea, it was merely mundane in this world.
