"The Taoist said, fate is the path one chooses for themselves, but this one... is different."
"Isn't it the owner of the hair who chooses?"
"Yes, it's not of her own choosing."
"Then who chose it?"
"This... even I can't figure it out, but it should be someone impressive."
"Master, did you bring the owner of the hair here to tell her that her luck and fate have been swapped?"
The Old Taoist nodded: "That's more or less the case. Being swapped for fate is their own choice before rebirth, so even at the end of their life, they see everything and know that it was me who changed their fate; they won't harbor resentment. It's a mutual agreement, no grudges between us, everything cleared. But if it wasn't her own choosing, upon knowing it was me who altered her fate and learned everything, how could she not feel resentful?"
"So Master wants the hair owner to know all this beforehand as a precaution, to prevent any resentment from arising."
"Good one, child."
