All he had to do was calculate where the remaining Stone Steles were. That was simple.
"You said you could calculate the whereabouts of powerful cultivators, but you can't figure out what's inside this Stone Stele?"
Looking at Toutian, Ye Lin patted the Stone Stele beside him and said with a smile.
"With my current condition, I really can't. But in my prime, calculating something this trivial would've been a piece of cake."
"If I hadn't lost ninety percent of my origin, why would I let you mock me?"
Hearing Ye Lin make fun of him, Toutian immediately grew flustered.
The thing Heavenly Secret Pavilion cultivators hated most was hearing other cultivators say they couldn't calculate this or that. They were proper fortune-tellers, not charlatans.
Ye Lin's words had clearly angered Toutian.
But when Ye Lin heard what Toutian said, he was startled. Good heavens, he'd lost ninety percent of his origin and was still alive. What a miracle.
Ordinary cultivators had to go into seclusion immediately after losing even ten percent of their origin, or their lives would be in danger.
Lose fifty percent, and they died on the spot.
Yet Toutian had lost ninety percent of his origin and could still calculate the whereabouts of powerful cultivators. Heavenly Secret Pavilion cultivators really were freakish. No wonder all the major factions had joined forces to destroy them.
"Enough. Now can you tell me what's inside this Stone Stele?"
Toutian asked again. No one knew the secret of the Stone Stele, but Ye Lin did, and it was making him itch with curiosity.
As a fortune-teller, there was nothing more agonizing than knowing you could calculate something but being unable to because of various circumstances. It was worse than being killed.
So he was very interested in what was inside