The Statue Ghost had been full of anticipation, thinking today it would finally take down Wen Yan. In its senses, Wen Yan alone was worth dozens of ordinary people.
Just one person might be enough for it to recover, enough to let it move on to the next stage.
How could it possibly give up? Fishing in the real world, harvesting in the Netherworld—whatever could be reaped there all came down to pure luck. Fortunately, it wasn't picky; meat or vegetables, as long as it was nourishing, it would do.
It wasn't afraid that people who needed fate alteration would make outrageous demands. Whatever they asked for, as long as they came seeking to change their fate, that was enough.
From the moment someone voluntarily came to seek fate alteration, actually took the first step, the initiative was always in its hands.
When to start collecting the price, the "service fee," and how much to take—all of it was up to it.
Because the petitioner had agreed on their own accord.
