Qin Fengming looked toward the old man, and his gaze instantly grew deep.
Even though he did not understand the art of divination and calculation, he could still glean some meaning from the carved words on the bamboo slip. What astonished Qin Fengming was that those words truly matched what he had experienced.
Thinking about it now, had it not already been more than a thousand years since he left the Tianhong Realm and ventured through the Three Realms? Along the way, he had been alone and helpless, facing all kinds of dangers and hardships by himself. It could truly be called surviving nine deaths.
Although he had heard some news of his master and old friends and relatives along the way, it had only been bits and pieces, and he had not known the details. Now that he had returned, it happened to be at a time when the cultivators of the Three Realms were plotting against him. Bloodshed and turmoil were destined to follow, with blood flowing in rivers.
Although this was the worst possible fortune, and he could sense blood and sorrow between the lines, Qin Fengming did not sink into low spirits. Instead, surging blood and qi roiled in his chest.
No matter who wished to harm his friends and relatives this time, he would repay them several times more viciously. Even if a Mahayana personally came, he would still cross swords with them.
"Thank you, old sir. Here is a pill beneficial to the soul. Consider it payment for the divination." Qin Fengming suppressed the surge in his chest. Without asking the old man to interpret the fortune, he simply waved and sent a pill to the old man.
Although the people around them had never seen that pill, they still possessed some knowledge. Several