If Old Chen had a panel, he could have perceived it directly, but unfortunately, he didn't have one.
Thinking of Old Chen's fate in the war against the barbarians, Zhao Xing immediately pulled Chen Shijie back from the edge of the rift.
"What are you dazed about!"
Chen Shijie looked at his own hands, somewhat bewildered, "Do you think it's because of me..."
"Don't let your thoughts run wild!" Zhao Xing exclaimed, "We're crossing the Flame Mountain, and it's normal for a few to die in an accident."
"But my team has had the most accidents," Chen Shijie murmured, "Could it be that my Chen Shijie's fate is not strong enough to uphold a Sixth-Rank Official's position."
He had been dogged by misfortune since his youth, accused by his aunt of causing his parents' deaths, then later joined the military when Yang An was recruiting soldiers, and it took him five years to reach Gathering Essence.
