Chapter 640: Bai Qi foresees his own result, returns to the Half-Moon Inn, and sees Su Chen again

This news spread, immediately causing a huge uproar in the Wu Lin.

The Zhao State had actually lost!

This was simply like a bolt from the blue.

The Qin State's rise speed exceeded everyone's estimates.

In just ten short years, from nothing to something, from a plate of loose sand to quickly organizing troops and expanding—if one year ago the Qin State still belonged to the barbarians, then now, it was a true strong power.

Especially after briefly intimidating the surrounding vassals, making the surrounding vassals afraid to offend, or even submit.

The Qin State's territory expanded rapidly within these ten years; now, it was comparable to the old big brother, Liyang.

But due to Bai Qi's act of burying forty thousand soldiers alive, Bai Qi instantly became a person hated by everyone.

Even if this person was once the God of War they had revered.

No one knew what was in Bai Qi's mind when he gave that order that day.

They only knew that the day after the Qin army returned to Qin, news spread.

Bai Qi was stripped of his Great Liangzao rank, retaining only the title of National Lieutenant and the name of Lord Wu'an.

And then, there was no more news of Bai Qi.

No one knew that at this moment, he was sitting opposite Su Chen.

In the Half-Moon Inn, Su Chen calmly added a cup of hot tea for Bai Qi.

"General, the journey was hard; drink a cup of hot tea."

In just a few short months, Bai Qi seemed to have aged more than ten years.

Looking at the steaming tea before him, after a long while, Bai Qi slowly picked it up, drank a sip, then stared intently at Su Chen before him, his voice hoarse: "Mr., is there really such a thing as a god who can predict the future in this world?"

"Perhaps!"

Su Chen did not hesitate upon hearing this question and said: "Maybe in some corner of this world, there really are gods. But what I can be sure of now is that I am not the god you speak of!"

"You are not?" Bai Qi was startled. He knew this was Su Chen refusing to answer him, but he still wouldn't give up, continuing to pursue: "Then why can you do this?"

Su Chen pondered for a moment before saying: "Fate."

"Fate?"

Bai Qi frowned, muttered a word, and suddenly looked up at Su Chen, his eyes filled with surprise.

Predicting the future is a metaphysical art, but metaphysical art is also a scientific art.

The principle of predicting the future is very simple: it is using a certain object or event to influence the development of another thing, or rather, to interfere with another matter.

Any such matter has certain limitations.

For example, some things, even if someone knows, they cannot stop them.

Bai Qi clearly understood Su Chen's meaning and pondered for a moment: "Predicting the future has traces to follow, but this is simply too unbelievable."

"This is nothing. One day, the world from the far east to the far north will be tens of thousands of miles away, yet people will be able to rely on their own strength to arrive in a few days."

Bai Qi listened to Su Chen's words and also felt a yearning: "If what Mr. says is true, then that would truly be a miracle."

Su Chen smiled, "There are all kinds of strange things in the world; if one has not seen them with one's own eyes, who could believe them?"

"Heh heh, Mr. is right." Bai Qi smiled bitterly, then looked up, took a deep breath, and said: "As Mr. said, the Qin State has already stood at the peak of victory, but I have also become the target of thousands. In order to stop the mouths of the public, Bai Qi only has one end."

"Mr.'s calculation is divine! Bai Qi admires you!"

Su Chen did not speak, waiting quietly for Bai Qi's follow-up.

"Meeting Mr. in this life, Bai Qi is satisfied."