Wang Fei Yin sighed. "Who knew? The child had grown up. It wasn't right for me to pry too deeply."
Miao Zhen looked utterly unconvinced. "How could you not know?"
"If she didn't tell me, how would I know?"
"Then how did you know she was going to poke a hole in the sky?"
Wang Fei Yin sighed. "Haven't you watched the celestial signs these past few days? I don't know what will happen, but the heavens have changed. The dynasty may collapse, and the demon star—ah, bah, the wisdom star—is pointing at Mount Sanqing."
"I thought it over and over. The people on this mountain capable of stirring up a heaven-shaking disaster are your Fourth Martial Aunt and your junior martial uncle," Wang Fei Yin said. "Xuan Miao has Tao Ji watching over her. I divined twice, and both readings said they were safe. After thinking it through, only your junior martial uncle remained."
"Why not divine Junior Martial Uncle directly?"
Wang Fei Yin merely shook his head and said nothing.
He could not calculate her fate. From the very first day Pan Yun arrived at Mount Sanqing, his calculations about her had been hazy and unclear, and even when he looked at her, she was blurred and indistinct.
But what did it matter?
Life was full of variables to begin with. What meaning was there in a life whose end he could see at a glance?
Causing trouble was no great matter either. Mount Sanqing already had one Xuan Miao, and before her, his own master had been even more troublesome. So what was there to fear?
Wang Fei Yin took the possibility of his Junior Sister poking a hole in the sky quite lightly.
Though sensible, Miao Zhen was still young and accustomed to relying on adults