Shi Ji was somewhat puzzled.
But she did not see what happened next.
Elsewhere, after Gu Changqing turned and left, a smile of keen interest appeared on his face.
He leisurely gulped down several mouthfuls of fine wine and let out a long wine burp.
Then he murmured to himself:
"Heh... urp... Nezha draws the Xuanyuan Bow and accidentally kills Shi Ji's attendant, does he?!"
"I'm rather curious to see what happens when Taiyi Zhenren arrives."
Had Hongjun heard Gu Changqing's words, his jaw would surely have dropped, leaving him dumbstruck.
There was no other reason!
Only now, after divining heaven's secrets, had Hongjun learned that Shi Ji would be the first to perish in the Investiture of the Gods measureless calamity.
Yet Gu Changqing spoke of it casually, already knowing it like the back of his hand.
And that was indeed the truth.
Though Gu Changqing appeared tipsy and flippant, his heart was as clear as a mirror.
His "wandering" to Skull Mountain White Bone Cave today was naturally no accident.
His memories of two lives let him know with absolute clarity.
Now that the Investiture of the Gods measureless calamity had begun, before long, Nezha, a third-generation disciple of the Chan Sect, would draw a bow and shoot an arrow at Chentang Pass in the name of play, "accidentally killing" Shi Ji's disciple, Caiyun Boy.
This would gradually ignite the bitter confrontation between the disciples of the Chan and Jie Sects, leaving them locked in a struggle to the death.
That was precisely why Gu Changqing had come to Skull Mountain under the pretext of drunkenness to give Shi Ji wine.
For one thing, over those endless years, Gu Changqing had seen that Shi Ji, as a Jie Sect disciple, had never harbored divided loyalties. Her devotion to