Blind Eye

Facing the Elder's praise, Cheng Han merely nodded politely. "You flatter me."

Crackle!

The fireplace popped again.

The blazing red firelight fell across Cheng Han's face.

Red light reflected within his withered eye sockets, as if two flames were burning there.

The sight was rather unsettling.

Witnessing this, the Elder and his two attendants could not help swallowing.

Cheng Han smiled slightly. "Please, have a seat."

The Elder walked over to the fireplace and gently lowered himself into a chair.

The two burly men obediently stood behind him.

They had originally come to meet the outsider blind man with a sense of superiority.

Yet within a few words, the other party had firmly seized the initiative.

The Elder habitually laid his cane across his knees and said in a deep voice, "Wise one from beyond, I heard that you foresaw a great drought."

Cheng Han nodded. "That is correct."

Facing the direction of the river, he spoke in the tone of a mystic. "I listened to the river's whispers. It will completely dry up in five months."

The two burly men were doubtful.

Ever since they could remember, the river outside the village had never run dry. There had never even been a time when its waters were scarce.

Even several generations before them had never seen the river dry up.

This blind man's repeated mention of "five months" was truly difficult for them to believe.

The Elder was old and shrewd. He showed no unusual reaction and merely said softly, "The Ancestral Spirit indeed granted an omen of drought, but it did not say the drought would be so severe."

The implication was obvious—the Ancestral Spirit did not say what you said. You are wrong! Cheng Han continued as if nothing had happened. "Not long ago, I visited another