His body was submerged in the bone-chillingly cold pond, but Li Huowang's heart was even colder. He was in extreme danger.
The folding fan held secrets about the Fate Commanders; a mere glance at it could be perilous. The moment Li Huowang realized the white object before him was Zhuge Yuan's folding fan, he immediately squeezed his eyes shut. Still, he had already caught a glimpse of a line of characters on its surface, dissolving into the water.
"The Great Fate Commander, having neither past nor future. When a Fate Commander's mantle is shed, from it they come and follow. So it has always been."
Great Fate Commander? What is that? No, I have to forget it! Forget it now! Li Huowang clenched his fists, screaming frantically in his mind.
