"Hmm?"
"Hmm?"
Just then, however, Jieyin and Zhunti suddenly frowned. The two fellow disciples exchanged a glance, each seeing a trace of bewilderment in the other's eyes.
Amid that bewilderment was a hint of excitement.
"Senior brother, did you sense it?"
Zhunti asked, barely suppressing the excitement in his heart.
"Indeed. I sensed something faintly in the unseen workings of fate."
Jieyin nodded slightly at his words.
The next moment, neither spoke another word. They immersed their minds entirely in the Heavenly Dao and began divining that elusive thread of heavenly secrets.
Before long, however, both of them frowned.
They had both vaguely sensed that something had been born in the Primordial World, something crucial to the Buddhist Sect's future that heralded its great rise.
Yet it was only a hazy impression. No matter how they tried to divine it, they could never determine where that thing had ended up.
It was enough to worry them to death.
Ever since the War of the Liches ended, the two fellow disciples had been pondering how to secure their Religious Order's legacy and increase its fortune.
Now that the Witch Clan had withdrawn from the Primordial World, the vast territories it once occupied had been taken over by the myriad races of the Primordial World.
The two of them had not been idle these days, either, busy laying their plans throughout the Primordial World.
But their efforts remained a mere cup of water against a blazing cartload of firewood.
Although those efforts helped increase their Religious Order's fortune, repaying all the Heavenly Dao Merit they owed would still take an extraordinarily long time.
Yet the thing they had both sensed just now was entirely different.
Calling it the Buddhist Sect's child of fortune would be no exaggeration.
If they could secure it