Hearing that Su Yueli wanted him to swear another oath and divine the outcome, Mo Bufan's face fell, and the corners of his mouth twitched uncontrollably.
"Miss Su... it is not that this old man is refusing to help."
Mo Bufan shook his head with a bitter smile and sighed. "It cannot be deduced now."
After all, when he had divined the Old Devil's whereabouts some days ago, he had already risked shortening his lifespan to swear a Heavenly Dao oath. Now that Motian Xing had suffered such a heavy loss...
He had surely employed every kind of secret technique and wicked art to conceal the heavenly secrets against them.
His old injuries had yet to heal. If he forcibly peered into the heavenly secrets again so soon, not only would he fail to derive any result, he might directly lose this old life of his.
Su Yueli frowned slightly at his words.
Her phoenix eyes narrowed as she stared at Mo Bufan, a trace of suspicion flashing through their depths.
Could this old man be afraid of dying and unwilling to put in the effort?
Mo Bufan's back turned cold beneath Su Yueli's profound gaze, and cold sweat poured down his body.
He hurriedly cupped his hands and pleaded, "It truly cannot be divined! Peering into the heavenly secrets places an enormous burden on one every time, easily damaging one's foundation. This old man truly needs a long time to recuperate..."
Seeing him like this, Su Yueli sighed inwardly and did not force the issue.
She knew the old man was not lying. Divining the heavenly secrets was an act of defying heaven itself. Last time, the old thing had vomited blood as though it cost nothing. He truly could not be counted on again anytime soon.
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