Song Qing looked at the person before him, somewhat confused.
"You seem to know a lot about us," he asked.
"Yes, I've met all of you, so naturally I know a little," the man in white said.
He took a sip of soy milk and said softly, "It's fate."
"It certainly is fate, then. The three of us all know each other, and you've run into all of us," Song Qing added. 'There are so many people in the Sect's Outer Sect, yet he happened to meet just the three of us. It really is quite a coincidence.'
"This wasn't fate," the man in white said, putting down his flatbread. "I sought you out specifically."
Hearing this, Song Qing froze for a moment, looking at him in confusion. "Why seek us out? Are you here to deal with us?"
The man in white looked at Song Qing and couldn't help but chuckle. "Deal with you?"
Song Qing nodded.
