"Why, don't you want to be the bell-ringer?"
Seeming to discern Fang Zhixing's inner thoughts, Gongsun Baoling gently shook her head and said meaningfully: "If you are indeed the next bell-ringer, then you cannot escape it, as it is your destiny!"
Fang Zhixing heard this and sneered: "Humph, even if the ancient bell chooses me as the bell-ringer, must I ring it?
Destiny is decreed by the heavens, but humans can overcome fate! We cultivators have reversed fate countless times, are you still afraid of destiny now?"
Gongsun Baoling laughed silently, confidently saying: "Destiny is set by the heavens, whereas fortune is walked by oneself.
In the past, you have only changed your fortune, causing you to mistakenly believe you successfully altered your destiny."
She sighed softly: "I don't blame you; after all, you do not yet understand how terrifying destiny truly is."
Upon saying this, she suddenly took out a golden token from her sleeve and tossed it over.
