Dao Qiongcang spoke with a smile, a pearl of wisdom in his grasp, as if everything was within his control:
"Heavenly destiny is not to be defied, yet it is not that it cannot be changed, otherwise why would there be talk of 'defying the heavens and changing destiny'."
"Yet those who defy the heavens should act according to their capabilities."
He finally stopped not far from Feng Yujin.
That not-quite-smiling gaze fixed on Feng Yujin, who bore the aura of a Holy Emperor, as if mocking an ant:
"Though cunning tricks may yield temporary fortune, at crucial times they often do more harm than good."
"Don't you think so, Feng Yujin?"
Feng Yujin's face turned green upon hearing this.
If he were the Cold Palace Emperor, even if it was just a wisp of will descending, Dao Qiongcang wouldn't dare to be so impudent.
If he had the life force that the White Vein's Third Ancestor can reincarnate, or the courage of the Demonic Emperor Black Dragon, he would dare to explode.
