"Good!"
Wang Wu agreed without the slightest hesitation. Why not? He liked this kind of life too.
Look at him—he was practically cultivating the Path of Sincerity.
Yet after agreeing, some subtle, half-hidden change stirred in his heart. What exactly it was, he could not understand, but there would definitely be further changes in the future. That much was certain.
"What is it?"
"The future may change, but I can't sense anything more specific."
Wang Wu closed his eyes in thought and tried hard to recall it, but it truly felt like a dream—the more he remembered, the fainter it became.
Frost Lord watched him quietly until he slumped in dejection, then smiled. "It seems your Ancient Blood still isn't pure enough. You don't meet the standard for a Great Witch Priest. I was wondering before why that Ancient Bear Grand Unity hadn't simply seized you directly, or issued an immortal decree to conscript you. Would you have dared refuse?"
"So that's how it is. You can't even foresee the future."
"Which is harder, foreseeing the future or calibrating direction?" Wang Wu asked curiously.
"Of course calibrating direction is harder. Foreseeing the future does not necessarily rely on Ancient Blood; certain divine abilities can do it too, like that gray sparrow. But sometimes, the future one foresees may not be accurate, and it can trigger other changes as well. You should have firsthand experience of that."
"But that shouldn't be. In your Great Desolation Sin Prison Tower, there must have been several Nine Demons descendants with exceptionally pure Ancient Blood. I've looked over all those beloved relatives and friends of yours—they were all short by a dozen degrees. Even you were a little lacking..."
"Then I know who it is!"
Wang Wu suddenly remembered. "But he seems to have died.