“To people like me, you Fateless Ones are completely terrifying. You exist outside of the bounds of fate, making it impossible to predict anything about you. We Future Ones exist within fate, and, in fact, the whole reason I came here is to change what happens to me. But you have no fate. Our daos are different, thus we can never be on the same side.”

“That’s a pretty preposterous reason to refuse me,” Yang Qi said. He chuckled. “Fate? Complete nonsense. Seizing the moment is the only way to live. If you and I fight each other to the death, we’ll lose out and others will benefit. Don’t you think that would be a bit ironic?”

“It would be,” replied the young man in yellow. “Since you understand that truth, allow me to explain further. I'm not stupid. Even if I killed Chancellor Demi-Immortal and Liege Beast, I know that you would turn on me the instant it served your purposes. I know you, Yang Qi. For example, that Elder Brother of yours. What’s his name? Sword Seventeen, right? You want him to get all of King Immortal-Slayer’s legacy medallions, and have already conspired with him to achieve...