A faint, unsettling tremor stirred in Mo Hua's heart.
His experiences in the Great Wilderness had made him especially sensitive to the words "Famine Disaster."
And the Great Wilderness's true calamity had begun with a Famine Disaster.
Was it... Martial Uncle?
Mo Hua's pupils contracted. He asked the peddler, "What kind of famine?"
The peddler had found Mo Hua gentle and handsome, but the moment he heard the words "Famine Disaster," his whole bearing changed. A sharp aura radiated from him, leaving the peddler faintly afraid. He said:
"I... don't know."
"What did Nian Youyu tell you?" Mo Hua asked.
The peddler said, "Brother Nian only said the harvest back home had been poor and people had starved to death. He was afraid his family might be affected, so he hurried home... I don't know anything else."
"You're not from the Great Spirit Field Realm?" Mo Hua asked.
The peddler nodded. "My ancestors farmed, but later they sold all their fields. So I came to Houtu City and started a little business to scrape by. And scrape by is all I do. Rice is expensive in Houtu City. Staying alive isn't easy..."
Seeing that he truly knew nothing more, Mo Hua stopped asking. He spent a few Spirit Stones on some trinkets, then left amid the peddler's profuse thanks.
After leaving the peddler, Mo Hua went straight back to the Small Blessed Land. Yet even as he walked through its tranquil mountains and waters, his thoughts remained unsettled.
The words "Famine Disaster" kept plucking at his heartstrings, denying him a moment's peace.
After pondering for a long time, Mo Hua returned to his room, sealed the door, and took out a brazier and demon bones. He intended to perform a divination.
He wanted to know whether this Famine Disaster had