"Gu Daozhi of the Eastern Continent Academy has come to pay his respects to the experts of the Poison God Family!" Above the clouds, before several thousand Apex Realm experts, stood an old man in a long purple robe. His cold eyes gazed down at the chaotic Myriad Poisons Mountain Range.
Seeing Gu Daozhi arrive—and hearing him claim that he had come representing the Eastern Continent Academy—
Yu Ru and the Grand Elder's expressions sank to the bottom.
Feng Lingzi glanced at Gu Daozhi and curled his lips. "I really don't like him! I just cast a divination for him. He'll suffer a bloody disaster today!"
Lan Ling said with a bitter smile, "Your divinations have never been accurate, except for that one time!"
When Lan Ling mentioned that divination, a trace of loneliness and self-reproach surfaced on Feng Lingzi's face.
Lan Ling seemed to realize that his words had been inappropriate. He sighed gloomily, patted Feng Lingzi on the shoulder, and said, "It's not your fault! It was destined by the workings of fate. Although that divination of yours couldn't save Big Brother Lin Duo, it did protect quite a few people."
"You don't need to blame yourself!"
Feng Lingzi's expression tightened, and he said despondently, "All these years, I've spent twenty years in the Wuwei Daoist Temple agonizing over one question: if I had worked harder back then, could I have protected more people? Could I have protected Big Brother Lin Duo, Li Subai, Wen Cheng, Jin Lu..."
"Yes, you're right. I've spent my whole life casting divinations, and not once have they come true. Only that one time was accurate... But that was the one divination I least wanted to be right!"
Pain appeared on Feng Lingzi's face.
He remembered that divination—the one he hadn't wanted to