With a wave of his hands, three coins and a tortoiseshell fell from his sleeves.
He placed the tortoiseshell on the ground, setting the three coins down in three different directions.
Then he sat cross-legged, wisps of misty aura spreading around him.
The three coins began to spin without stop.
As they spun, the three coins, originally brand-new, began to change. It was as though they had regressed through countless years, becoming three ancient coins.
When the three ancient coins reached a certain critical point in their rotation, there was a bang, and they all shattered.
Cracks appeared across the tortoiseshell in the middle as well.
The white-robed youth spat out a mouthful of blood, vivid as blooming roses, almost purplish-red.
Specks of blood dotted his white robe. He raised his head to look at Xu Zimo and asked, "Who exactly are you?"
"Aren't you supposed to be able to divine?" Xu Zimo asked.
"You do not exist. You do not exist in this world," the white-robed youth said, shaking his head.
"Not being able to divine it is one thing. How could I not exist? I'm standing right in front of you, flesh and blood," Xu Zimo said with a smile.
"You're from Heavenly Prediction Hall, aren't you?"
"How did you know?" the white-robed youth asked in surprise.
"I've met Elder Yanwang of your Heavenly Prediction Hall before," Xu Zimo said.
In his Previous Life, the True Martial Sacred Sect had once held a grand assembly. Elder Yanwang had attended then as Heavenly Prediction Hall's representative.
It was only then that Xu Zimo learned of the force known as Heavenly Prediction Hall.
Now that he had seen the white-robed youth's divination methods, he naturally thought of Elder Yanwang.
Back then, the other man had even warned him that the