Hearing Zhang Qingshan's startled words, Ye Han grew wary as well. "You didn't sense it just now?"
Zhang Qingshan frowned. "Exactly! Just now, I still sensed nothing but auspicious signs! But the moment you mentioned it, Junior Brother, it changed into a Deadlock omen!!"
Ye Han's expression turned grave. "So opening this restriction means we're facing a Deadlock?"
Zhang Qingshan answered firmly, "Yes! That's exactly it!"
At this, Zhang Qingshan's brow furrowed deeply. "How could this happen? My senses can't be wrong. A change like this must mean some new variable has come into play!"
Indeed, Zhang Qingshan had tremendous faith in his Fortune and Disaster Prediction divine ability and relied heavily on it. If it truly gave him a Deadlock omen, he would never touch the thing.
He had used this Fortune and Disaster Prediction divine ability for so many years, and all his cultivation and treasures had been acquired through it. Yet this was the first time an omen brimming with auspicious promise had instantly turned into one of certain death.
It left Zhang Qingshan somewhat at a loss.
Watching Zhang Qingshan's bewilderment beside him, Ye Han frowned. "Senior Brother Zhang! Your Fortune and Disaster Prediction divine ability is very useful, but you shouldn't rely on it too much. It will affect your state of mind in the future."
Indeed, Zhang Qingshan had always been simple, honest, and lacking in guile. Under normal circumstances, a cultivator with his temperament would long since have been tricked to death by some other cultivator and their schemes.
It was precisely this Fortune and Disaster Prediction divine ability that had allowed him to survive until now in a world of cultivators where the strong devoured the weak, people killed for treasure, and plots lurked everywhere.
Although Zhang Qingshan had improved greatly compared