Prophecy: a prediction or assertion about things yet to happen in the future.
Diviners often hid the conclusions they reached through inspiration and calculation, revealing them only to a few key figures in an attempt to interfere with fate as little as possible while gaining the greatest benefit.
Over the past short week, Zheng Qing had heard two prophecies in succession.
The wandering Merfolk Tribe priest at Quankelai Market had told him that the threat came from the depths of the Starry Sky, that all things withered in evil, and that the world trembled because of it.
And Mister had told Zheng Qing in a dream that everything would happen in the second May.
"The second May." Xiao Xiao counted on his fingers and nodded thoughtfully. "There's a leap month this year. Early June really is the second May."
"So, you're planning to follow that prophecy and wait until the first weekend of early June before going to the Mirror World to save Zhu Si?" Fatty Xin pulled out a grimy handkerchief and blew his nose hard, his eyes slightly red.
Among all the listeners, he was the most emotional one.
Perhaps it had something to do with his identity as a reporter—when one interviewed people regularly, one needed empathy beyond that of an ordinary person in order not to become numb from the world's trivial troubles.
"I think we still have plenty of time to save her now!" Lin Guo was the youngest and the most impulsive.
"You can't even save your own sheep, so stop making trouble." Zhang Jixin bluntly crushed Lin Guo's idea of charging into the Mirror World, while warning the others, "Anyone with even a little common sense knows how dangerous the Mirror World is... Who hasn't heard that you mustn't look in a mirror