"Catastrophe?"
At those words,
Ye Fan and Feng Jiu were both taken aback.
Even the Great Elder of the Divine Phoenix Clan looked surprised.
The clan elder had been stabbed in the back by that traitor Huang Yiming. Though his wounds had healed,
the flame of his life had grown terribly faint.
Yet no one in the Divine Phoenix Clan, not even Feng Jiu, its newly appointed lord, dared turn a deaf ear to this deeply respected elder.
"That's right. Long ago, a prophet of our clan made a prediction.
If a Pureblood Divine Phoenix appeared in this age, it would very likely mark the beginning of a catastrophe for the Divine Realm."
The clan elder spoke, his gaze distant.
Though
he did not have long to live, he still wanted to spend what time remained
doing everything he could for the Divine Phoenix Clan.
"This..."
Little Nine had no words.
Why did that prophecy make her sound like a harbinger of disaster?
It hurt.
"Ha, don't worry. When soldiers come, we'll send generals; when floods come, we'll raise earthworks.
Besides, the Divine Realm has been quiet for too long.
A storm may well be brewing.
But that has nothing to do with you."
Ye Fan spoke with an easy smile.
He sounded utterly composed.
In his heart, though, Ye Fan felt a trace of urgency.
After all,
even if he could now fight an Early-Rank God King,
he was still weak in the eyes of the Divine Realm's true peak experts.
He had to grow stronger as quickly as possible.
"Oh, my apologies, young lord.
I'm afraid my words gave you the wrong impression.
That wasn't what I meant."
The clan elder
had realized
that what he had said might have been ill-judged.
"Ha, it's all right.
I'm afraid