Lin Xun had a strange feeling, and all the hair on his body stood on end.

It seemed unbelievable that someone he didn’t know would invite him for a chat from the mysterious saint tree. 

“Ah, the years are long and I’m as lonely as the snow. It’s fate that we met today. Why do you want to leave? I just want to have a chat with you,” the clear, gentle voice rang again. 

Following that, Lin Xun found an invisible force enveloping him and lifting him to the saint tree!

An ice flower bloomed and sprinkled thousands of rays of light like a dreamy spectacle. Lin Xun was helplessly seated on the crystal tree trunk beside the ice flower, unable to resist from the beginning to the end.

“Friend, you...aren’t you too forceful? How can you call this fate?” Lin Xun gulped with difficulty, trembling inwardly. 

Fortunately, he didn’t feel any danger. 

Rather, he felt incredibly relaxed and comfortable as he sat on the saint tree and bathed in the sacred rays of ice light. 

“The laws of fate are like an illusion and are as empty...