"Predicting the future?"
The Immortal of Time looked disappointed. He'd thought Lu Yang might have an unexpected solution, but it turned out to be nothing more than predicting the future.
How could predicting the future count as proof? He could do that too.
And he wasn't the only one. He'd even taught the Immortal to do it, though she had no talent for it and could only predict the weather.
"Oh, right! Little Yang, you can predict the future!"
The Immortal was thrilled. She slapped Lu Yang on the shoulder. "I knew you had what it takes, Little Yang!"
Yun Zhi smiled in understanding. That was right—her junior brother had this trick up his sleeve.
The Immortal of Time noticed the Immortal's and Yun Zhi's reactions and felt a sense of absurdity. Was predicting the future really such a useful method?
"Senior Immortal of Time, there's something you don't know. My predictions are a little different from yours. I can predict futures that will never come to pass."
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The Immortal of Time was left with a head full of question marks. How could your predictions be different from mine?
Lu Yang had learned to predict the future from the Immortal. After mastering it, he cast the spell and saw himself in the future, spending every day eating, drinking, and having fun instead of doing anything useful, while his senior sister patted his back and said she'd support him from then on.
To test the results of his cultivation, he told his senior sister in real life that he planned to spend every day eating, drinking, and having fun. His words enraged her so much that the heavens and earth changed color, and he nearly found himself in mortal danger.
Ever since then, Lu Yang had known just how inaccurate