"Dean He, what do you mean by that?"
After a brief moment of bodily stiffness, Old Man turned around and smiled at the youth behind him. "Does Dean He doubt my prophecies?"
"The mystical technique you acquired is indeed quite good," He Ao said slowly after giving Old Man a calm glance. "It can block ordinary mind-reading, but it cannot block an Angel."
Old Man's expression flickered unpredictably for an instant, but he still sneered. "Dean He is quite good at bluffing people. Though you're so young, you've come this far. You truly are remarkably clever."
He Ao glanced at him. This time, he ignored Old Man and turned toward the small house nearby.
"Dean He, that's rather rude of you." Old Man's face darkened as he rasped, "I came to find you of my own accord to show my sincerity. We can cooperate. With my power of prophecy, we can save the world."
He raised his head, looking at He Ao's back, and called out loudly, "You cannot do without me. You need me. You know nothing about the current situation. You need my help to find a breakthrough. We are tied to the same rope now."
As though he had not heard the old man's words or voice, He Ao merely lowered his head and continued forward at a brisk pace.
At that moment, the old man raised his voice again. "Dean He, are you going to disregard the entire world just to humiliate me? Aren't you afraid that if you thoroughly anger me, I'll refuse to cooperate with you?"
He Ao still seemed not to hear him. Head lowered, he continued onward and reached the door of the small house.
"He Ao! I'll remember this humiliation today!" Old Man's voice suddenly boomed, shaking the sunlight beneath the