Do You Believe in Fate, Lyon Torga?

The golden lanterns shimmered as the two walked on the street of festive.

The cultivators nearby naturally turned their heads, seeing that the lady fortune-teller was up close. However, neither of them dare enough to approach her because of the figure she was walking with.

"I-I can not believe it," muttered one cultivator.

"That's..."

"Him? With her? He didn't even take his reward?!"

Everyone hissed and dissed but only inwardly. They knew better than offending the aloof young man who had beauties almost every time he walked.

Vivi smiled under her pink veiled, then the smile turned into a genuine chuckle. "It seems like you garnered more attention than me."

"A bit hostile, but attention is attention," said Lyon nonchalantly as he put his hands behind his head.

"Oh? I'm surprised someone as young as you can take this situation really calmly."