Listening to music and reading a book, he made a slight alteration to the course of the world.
Perhaps just those few brief words were all it took to change the destinies of countless people.
However, for Meng Lang, like all "High Monks," no matter how many people he guided in this life, his ultimate goal was to find his own way…
Meng Lang picked up the book again.
[Even across thousands of worlds and eons, with my understanding of you, even if you had the threads of fate in your hands, you're probably just thinking, "Being this close to the big shots and getting to watch their drama unfold, I doubt anyone else could," right?
Before that day, neither you nor I had really considered the possibility that we could become someone much bigger than them…]
Uh…
Meng Lang broke out in a sweat; the prediction was indeed precise.
But thinking about it, the two of us hadn't been apart for long, and we shared the same thought processes, so predicting my prediction was within reason.