Arno gave Jiang Chen a deep look. Such a personality was somewhat reminiscent of The Fallen. The Fallen were just like that; they would rather endure loneliness and torment than submit to the Alliance of All-Gods. In their hearts, dignity was always paramount, even more so than life itself.
Angelina said, "If that old man is a Prophet and has seen your destiny, can't we go ask him for a solution?"
"No need."
"Little Chen."
"Really, there's no need," Jiang Chen said dismissively. "What bullshit prophecy? It's just some charlatan's nonsense. Do you actually believe it?"
A Prophet? Is that profession really such a big deal? Jiang Chen didn't think much of it.
Angelina could only follow Jiang Chen helplessly. I must find an opportunity to ask that Prophet, she thought. I need to find out exactly what methods there might be to avoid this.
