His voice was low and calm, as though he were merely recounting something perfectly ordinary.
Yet to everyone in the room, it painted an entirely different scene.
They all fell into a daze. The sound of a gathering tempest seemed to thunder in their ears, accompanied by battles that shattered heaven and earth, savage slaughter, and blood filling the sky. Shi Yi wielded a blade, fighting until heaven and earth trembled and wailed.
A moment later, they came back to themselves and shook their heads.
Had it been an illusion?
None of them knew.
"Yi'er, can your eyes see the future?" Shi Yuan asked, his voice trembling.
Shi Yi smiled at his words and replied, "How could they? You're worrying too much, Great-Grandfather. I was only joking."
Seeing his relaxed manner, with no sign that anything grave was about to happen, Shi Yuan gradually put his worries to rest.
"As long as nothing's wrong. You child, how could you joke about something like that?"
Under Shi Yi's guidance, the conversation in the room soon turned to other matters. The heavy atmosphere dispersed, giving way once more to cheerful talk and laughter.
Once the gathering ended and the elders left one by one, only Shi Ziteng and his son remained in the room. Only then did Shi Ziteng put away his smile, his expression turning solemn.
"Yi'er, that storm you mentioned just now-could it have something to do with what happened in the Qilin Secret Realm back then?"
Shi Yi concealed nothing. He nodded.
"Back then, all the Pure-Blooded Younglings from the Primordial Divine Mountain saw me fight my way into the Forbidden Land. Once they confirm that I'm alive, the Venerables of those Divine Mountains will come swarming, whether or not I obtained the Qilin Precious Technique. After all, a