A divination on their very first meeting?!
Holy shit, was everyone in your Wall-Breaking Divine Dynasty out of their minds? The younger one called me his good brother at every turn, then turned around and set up a deadly banquet for me. Now the old one had come out and bluntly offered to divine my fortune... what the hell kind of hospitality was this?
Standing in the Quiet Courtyard, Ren Ye immediately produced an awkward yet polite smile. His thinking was simple: if people called Lord Man Xuanjizi, Yin Old Daoist, Broken-Shoe Diviner, Iron-Tongued Immortal, or something like that... he would not have minded letting him perform a divination. Those names sounded like obvious con artists, utterly unreliable, so a reading would have been harmless.
But everyone in the Wall-Breaking Divine Dynasty preferred to address him as "Lord Prophet." Even a shameless rogue like Tan Pang, who swindled his family's Ancestor whenever he could and constantly stole the Ancestor's things, called him Father Man at every turn.
That alone proved the weight the title Lord Prophet carried.
This old man... was absolutely unfathomable. What if he divined my magnificent future deeds-becoming the Human Emperor, ascending the Nine Heavens, and leading countless heroes to war against the Ominous Being? Wouldn't that completely expose my identity?! Besides, nobody could predict the future for certain. What if he divined that, on my wedding day, I lifted the covers and discovered the bride in bed was Little Songstress, while Ai Fei was merely a bridesmaid sniffling outside the door? What would I do then? How was I supposed to keep living?
At those thoughts, Ren Ye's awkward smile grew even brighter.
Inside the Quiet Courtyard, a ray of brilliant sunlight fell upon the roof. A flock of birds bathed in the sunshine on the