Li Aozi stared at the other party. He knew that this old lady had signed a special contract and had to keep every promise and identity. So he boldly asked,
"Does this have anything to do with me taking over someone else's body?"
"No, that's not someone else's body."
The old lady gazed at Li Aozi:
"All of it is yours. Your destiny has long been decided, like a protagonist in a popular novel, an unseen hand, a fallen and decadent 'writer' is manipulating and playing with your fate—your destiny is being outlined by someone else."
"You mean to say, I am essentially the protagonist of a book?"
"It's just a metaphor. You might not be the protagonist, and it might not even be a book. It could just be a fleeting thought," the old lady said, "but your life trajectory—what I see through the Spirit Realm—is a mysterious straight line. Someone has arranged everything for you."
"I don't care what you say."
Li Aozi felt uneasy,