The black-robed man blocking their path seemed to have just ridden here. He had intercepted them with pinpoint accuracy.
That much was clear from the horse beneath him, which was panting heavily and drenched in sweat.
But why had the man suddenly appeared and intercepted them so precisely...? Fang Yue couldn't help thinking of the parchment.
Could it be that while the parchment was foreseeing the future, the other party had already locked onto its location?
[It wasn't me! I didn't do it! Don't make things up!]
Ignoring the parchment, Fang Yue carefully studied the black-robed man.
Although the man was shrouded in a black robe, and the broad brim of his hat hid the upper half of his face,
Fang Yue could still make out his general appearance from the stubble on his chin.
He had slightly rough skin and a scruffy beard, and a black mole beneath his right cheek. Judging by his features, he seemed to be a rather handsome middle-aged man.
And this man was none other than the one in the parchment's vision of the future!
Looking at the surroundings again, Fang Yue finally noticed that somehow, they had reached the very scene shown in the parchment's vision.
Everything matched. Fang Yue felt a little more at ease.
At that moment, the parchment excitedly produced another line of text.
[It's that thing! The Old Witch's flute! The Exquisite Eight Elephants Flute!]
[Good thing it's already badly damaged. Otherwise, we wouldn't have stood a chance!]
The Exquisite Eight Elephants Flute?
What did it do?
Know yourself and your enemy, and you will never be defeated.
With the parchment at his side, Fang Yue naturally wanted to learn more about it first.
[It can block abilities like mine that predict the flow of fate, and even counter