"Do you know what kind of existence our Sacred Shaman Clan is?"
The other party did not directly mention the prophecy. It seemed he wanted to tell Chen Changan about the origins of the Sacred Shaman Clan first.
"Do you think I would know?" Chen Changan asked helplessly.
"Hahahaha, that really was a pointless question."
"In Primordial Heaven, our Sacred Shaman Clan was once one of the Ten Sacred Clans."
"You couldn't say our status was merely high—it was sky-high!"
"Alright, alright, stop blowing your own trumpet. No matter how high it was, aren't you hiding in this dump now?"
"So your Sacred Shaman Clan suffered some sort of upheaval, got squeezed out of the Ten Sacred Clans, and hid away here to avoid the world."
"And your Sacred Shaman Clan's ancestor foretold that someone like me would appear and help your Sacred Shaman Clan rise again."
"Is that right?" Chen Changan asked.
Hearing Chen Changan's words, the Sacred Shaman Clan's chief smiled. "You're quite impressive. You guessed part of it, but not all of it."
"Could you stop interrupting and let me explain everything properly?"
"Fine, go ahead."
Although Chen Changan said so, his habit of interrupting would not change just because he had agreed.
"The decline of our Sacred Shaman Clan has, to some extent, something to do with you."
"It has something to do with me? Don't you dare try to pin this on me."
"Didn't I tell you not to interrupt?"
"Can't help it."
"You... forget it. Do whatever you want."
"Many years ago, all Ten Sacred Clans received a mission. You're so clever—you should be able to guess what that mission was, right?"
"Your mission was to kill me?"
"Not entirely. Though I was very curious why such an order was given, what they said