Meanwhile, Ye Ting, who was gathering magical materials in the Forbidden Forest, also received the centaurs' plea for help.
"My apologies, mighty foal." A centaur with red hair and beard spoke to Ye Ting in a melancholy, slow voice. "My name is Ronan, and I am an envoy sent by the chieftain. We centaurs have never involved foals in our troubles, but this time, we have no choice but to rashly ask for your help."
"It would be my honor to assist you."
Ye Ting nodded politely. During this time, he had come to the Forbidden Forest every day to search for magical materials, and the centaur tribe had always sent a member to guide him. Their friendship had remained quite good, so when the centaurs asked for help this time, he was more than willing to lend a hand.
"What trouble have you encountered?"
"Mars is bright tonight, but Jupiter is dim." Ronan sighed. "It is always the innocent who suffer first. It has been this way for hundreds of years, and it is still this way now."
These centaurs were always so mysterious. One could never get a straightforward answer from them. They were forever looking up at the stars instead of paying attention to anything else.
However, Ye Ting knew a little about centaur astrology, and he quickly reached a conclusion.
Mars represented conflict and war. It was an ill-omened star that ruled the unfortunate sixth house, bringing baleful energy and signs of disaster. Mars shining brightly probably meant that some troublesome figure had invaded the Forbidden Forest—usually a dark wizard or dark creature.
Jupiter here indicated that something was under threat. In the Forbidden Forest, that meant either animals or some precious plant—there were many plants and animals associated with Jupiter. Combined with Mars, it meant...