The facts had proved it.
This steward's cultivation realm might not have been high.
But his eye was truly razor-sharp.
Perhaps it was because he had lived too long and seen too much.
Even now, when Marquis Xiping judged people,
he still looked at their conduct and talent.
Yet,
the steward seemed able to see a person's future.
And countless times, the facts had proved
that the steward's judgment had never been wrong.
Marquis Xiping shifted his gaze toward Xiping Chuixue.
After returning to the marquis's residence,
Xiping Chuixue had turned in his mission
and returned to his room
to continue training.
He had stopped cultivating to advance his realm.
But that did not prevent Xiping Chuixue from continuing to hone his combat skills.
In short,
he would not let a single spare moment slip by.
Marquis Xiping slowly spoke. "Uncle An, do you think highly of him?"
The steward shook his head slightly.
"This old servant cannot see through this child."
"There are countless possibilities within him."
"Most of them, however, lead to bright futures."
The steward did not speak in absolutes.
And he was telling the truth.
In Xiping Chuixue,
he had seen countless futures.
In other words,
he had not actually seen through Xiping Chuixue's future.
Every future was merely a possibility.
No one knew which of those possibilities would come to pass.
And among those futures,
not all were happy ones.
No one was guaranteed a bright future.
Even the powerful figures of today were no exception.
What the steward called seeing through someone
was merely drawing upon his own experience
to predict that person's future.
That degree of insight
naturally could not determine a person's future with certainty.
Still, his wealth of experience and understanding of people
made the steward's predictions correct more often than