Xia Wenjin said, "Isn't it obvious? Who do you trust the most in the end?"
"Are you talking about Young Master Xuan?" Xia Wanqing shook his head again, "No, impossible, why would he need to do that? He is an Imperial Grandson, and we are people of Jianghu. If it wasn't fate, if it wasn't a match of eight characters, why would he come all the way from the Capital City to Jinzhou? It's destiny meeting from a thousand miles away!"
Suddenly he thought of something and said, "Wenjin, even if we disregard what the blind man said, your previous situation is identical to the prophecy made when you were young. It has no relation to the blind man!"
It's not that he doesn't doubt the blind man or trusts easily, but the blind man's words coincidentally match the prophecy made by the white-bearded elder back then. And at that time, Huangfu Yuxuan climbed the mountain and Xia Wenjin woke up just in time.
These two coincidences are what make him firmly believe.
