"Your eldest daughter," he continued relentlessly, "will disappear into the stream of fate. You will tear apart the heavens looking for her, but you will never find her."
"...And your other daughter will be tormented by the love of her life...chasing it, reaching for it, but never truly obtaining it."
"Stop talking nonsense!" Su Qinglan’s eyes turned blood-red with fury. She took a fierce step forward, her aura violently erupting into the air.
The surrounding ground cracked, and the wind whipped wildly through the trees. "I will be here! I will protect them! No one plays with the lives of my daughters!"
In an instant, Su Qinglan closed the distance and clamped her hand tightly around the old man’s thin, fragile neck!
"Tell me what happens to them!" her voice shook with raw anger and desperation. "Tell me! What happens to Yueyue?! What happens to my daughters?!"
The old man didn’t struggle. He didn’t raise his hands to push her away. Instead, his dark, cloudy pupils suddenly rolled backwards, turning entirely, milky white!
Su Qinglan’s heart trembled violently. That gaze! It was the mark of absolute future-sight!
"I have seen..." the old man rasped, his voice echoing with a strange, reverberating double tone that sounded like it came from another realm entirely.
"...countless roads. Countless endings. Countless graves. And yours... is not the most tragic. But it is approaching."
Then, just as abruptly as it had happened, his eyes snapped back to normal. The old man blinked innocently, looking down at her hand clamped around his throat.
"Why are you holding my neck?" he asked, tilting his head.
Su Qinglan’s expression cracked in utter disbelief. "You..."
The old man calmly adjusted his dusty collar. "Did I say something strange?"
Su Qinglan stared at him, her blood running cold. He was acting! He clearly knew exactly what he had just revealed, yet he was playing completely dumb!
Slowly, she released his neck, her gaze turning lethal. "Old man... it seems you are quite eager to die."
The old man looked at her for a few silent seconds before letting out a soft, peaceful laugh.
"Yes. I have always been eager to die. But death... is a coward."
He turned his face towards the distant horizon.
"Every time I invite it, it turns its face away. So I have lived. Year after year. Century after century. Waiting for the one thing even the heavens refuse to give me."
He looked back at Su Qinglan, his eyes seeming bottomless.
"Perhaps that is why I recognise wandering souls when I see them. You and I... we are not so different. Except you still have something to lose."
He slowly turned away, taking a step down the dirt path.
Tap.
Tap.
"Protect them while you still can," his raspy voice floated back on the wind.
"Because fate... does not knock twice."
Tap. Tap. Tap.
His frail figure slowly faded into the dense trees. Su Qinglan remained standing alone in the quiet grove, her hands ice-cold and her mind in complete, terrifying chaos.


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