"Young friend, this is Kobe Tate, the Celestial Envoy. He is responsible for testing your fate with ascension."
Kobe Tate had an ordinary appearance, a middle-aged look, and a calm demeanor, his gaze held a condescending scrutiny.
After Kobe Tate's arrival, the previously noisy atmosphere cooled down significantly. It was clear that, even though Kobe Tate belonged here originally, ever since he became a Celestial Envoy, an invisible line of hierarchy had formed between him and everyone else.
Kobe Tate noticed the reaction of the crowd and said indifferently: "I'll test his fate with ascension and leave; it won't affect your drinking."
Carson Flores asked curiously, "Special Envoy, how do you conduct the test?"
Kobe Tate took out a crystal ball enveloped in a white mist and handed it to Carson Flores: "Very simple, just hold it with both hands."
Carson Flores extended his hands and caught the crystal ball, his mood very anxious.
What kind of result will appear?
