“Yes.”

Naluotian continued, “I have examined your thread of fate. There are no ominous signs.”

He Chunhua quietly let out a breath of relief. Naluotian truly understood people. It knew perfectly well what He Chunhua cared about most right now.

“As for He Lingchuan—”

He Chunhua immediately pricked up his ears.

“His fate is still somewhat obscured, but broadly speaking, it follows a pattern of calamity first and fortune afterward. That is in line with what we expect.” Naluotian’s tone remained indifferent. “The fate of a vessel prepared for divine descent becomes entangled with that of the god itself, so such things are naturally difficult to calculate.”

He Chunhua only half understood. “The calamity first… does that refer to the divine descent?”

“That interpretation is not wrong.” For the skin-sack being descended into, a god’s arrival was naturally an enormous disaster.

“And the fortune afterward?”

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