Emily Sullivan shook her head inwardly upon hearing this, thinking to herself: “The ability of fate calculation—even those with extraordinary talent, such as the Pavilion Master of the Fate Pavilion, must be over a hundred years old before they can truly master the power to deduce cause and effect, and only then do they have a chance to see through reality and illusion. Yet the Yvonne Carter Carter master you mentioned, from what I see, is only eighteen, with depleted and weak vitality—how could he possibly be a true expert capable of wielding the power of fate? Ethan Brooks is at least a core true disciple, almost a Saintess, yet she lacks even this bit of discernment?

　　Well, then, I’ll take a good look today and see what fate-related skills this seemingly ordinary young man actually possesses.

　　If he has even a fraction of the abilities of an ordinary observer, I won’t hold it against him for deceiving my sister Ethan Brooks this time.

　　If not…”

　　These thoughts flashed through Emily Sullivan’s mind, and soon after, she fell silent again.

　　At this moment, she could also see that Ethan Carter seemed to have been completely deceived by this so-called expert, to the point of trusting him implicitly.

　　Now, anything she said would be useless; it would be better to expose this person’s true nature on the spot, so that her sister Ethan Brooks could see for herself the treacherous hearts of people in this world.

　　After all, others might not know, but Emily Sullivan understood in her heart—Ethan Carter possessed a rare special cauldron constitution, seen only once in a hundred years. If she were to unite with someone in dual cultivation, the man would gain immense benefits.

　　As the two spoke, they had already entered the main hall of the temple.

　　This commotion also caused the so-called expert, who was sitting cross-legged in cultivation, to open his eyes.

　　At that moment, Emily Sullivan suddenly noticed that this young man, with his rosy lips and white teeth, had sword-like brows and starry eyes. At a glance, he possessed an indescribable aura and charisma.

　　It was as if, when this youth opened his eyes and stood up, all the light in the room dimmed in comparison.

　　Originally, Emily Sullivan had already formed a negative impression of this person, but now, she couldn’t help but be impressed.

　　“May I ask, young master, are you the expert my sister Ethan Brooks mentioned?”

　　Emily Sullivan asked directly.

　　Such a manner of speaking was rather abrupt.

　　Emily Sullivan was not skilled in conversation, nor had she ever mingled in the mundane world. Her status was extraordinary, and those she usually interacted with were always flattering her. Thus, even Ethan Carter didn’t find her words inappropriate.

　　“If the fairy believes I am, then I am; if not, then I am not. The same holds true in reverse.”

　　Yvonne Carter’s expression was calm, his tone neither humble nor arrogant, showing no sign of bowing and scraping just because she was a Saintess.

　　“Oh? Young master, you are quite confident. But since you claim to know the past and future, do you know who I am? Did you know that I would come here today with my sister Ethan Brooks? And do you know why we have come?”

　　Emily Sullivan pressed the issue without hesitation.

　　Yvonne Carter looked straight at Emily Sullivan upon hearing this.

　　Faced with such a direct gaze, Emily Sullivan felt a bit displeased, but did not rebuke him. Instead, she met Yvonne Carter’s eyes with a cold expression.

　　“What the fairy asks is no small matter. If I answer everything correctly, and the fairy not only refuses to admit it but also silences me, what then?”

　　Emily Sullivan raised an eyebrow at these words—with the power behind her, with her status and background, would she ever do something so cowardly and despicable?

　　Silence someone?

　　Emily Sullivan even found it a bit ridiculous—this young man was quite the talker; he almost had her convinced.

　　Was there any information in this world that would make her choose to silence someone?

　　Emily Sullivan was quite dismissive—there were simply too many so-called fate masters in this world, always claiming that “the secrets of heaven must not be revealed,” putting on an air of mystery.

　　Over the years, she had seen far too many of these types, and had even grown weary of them.

　　She hadn’t expected that this so-called expert would pull the same trick?

　　Or perhaps, he would just say a few lines like “the fairy’s fate is full of hardships, but also blessed with some fortuitous encounters.”

　　Little did he know, most cultivators who are considered geniuses have had fortuitous encounters, most have difficult fates, or have faced a calamity or two.

　　Isn’t all this just empty talk?!

　　If this person was relying on such tricks to deceive Ethan Carter, or even had ulterior motives, Emily Sullivan wouldn’t mind giving him a good lesson!

　　“Saying such things is meaningless. Since you claim to have outstanding powers of deduction, and know my origins and background, you should also know that I would never silence someone—I have always despised those shameless people who resort to such things!

　　Not to mention, my sister Ethan Brooks is here as well. If you don’t trust me, you should at least trust her, right?”

　　Emily Sullivan’s tone was already somewhat unfriendly.

　　Yvonne Carter smiled meaningfully and said, “Very well, since the fairy says so, I shall deduce for you. Before that, let me introduce myself—my name is Yvonne Carter, Carter as in the revival of all things, and Yvonne as in the parting of joys and sorrows.”

　　Emily Sullivan remained calm, stopping Ethan Carter from speaking, and nodded slightly: “Go ahead.”

　　Yvonne Carter nodded slightly, locked his gaze on Emily Sullivan, and thought to himself: “Qianlan, lock onto this person and open this person’s ‘life file’!”

Chapter Two: One Face in Public, Another in Private

　　【Locking onto Emily Sullivan, opening Emily Sullivan’s life file.】