He Sheng's eyes snapped open, his expression turning slightly grave.
The great good fortune foretold by his prediction was certainly worth celebrating, but the omen that followed was far less welcome. That sword light was no ordinary ill omen—it signified hidden danger!
This meant that if he remained in the Moon Mist Sect, potential danger would slowly accumulate around him.
"Hidden danger... sword light... unfamiliar sword intent..."
He Sheng's expression darkened.
He had thought that once he reached the Moon Mist Sect, he could sleep soundly on a high pillow and cultivate in peace.
Yet this seemingly safe immortal sect actually harbored unknown perils.
"Could it be someone from the Mist-Joining Branch?" He Sheng's thoughts raced. "But I've never had any dealings with them. Why would they harbor hostility toward me?
"Or... was that sword light aimed not at me, but at the Water Moon Lineage, with me merely a fish caught in the spreading flames?"
He Sheng let his imagination run wild, turning the possibilities over and over, but could make no sense of them.
He knew far too little about the Moon Mist Sect's internal affairs. One vague prediction simply was not enough to identify the source of the ill omen.
"Never mind." He Sheng finally steadied himself. "Since it's only hidden danger, there should be no trouble in the immediate future."
Hidden danger was not an imminent ill omen. It might not even manifest for a very long time. Worrying excessively would only drain his energy and wear him down from within.
His first priority was to establish himself and learn the balance of power within the Moon Mist Sect as quickly as possible, so that he could respond appropriately to whatever arose.
His second was, naturally, to put his cultivation affairs in order.
With that thought,