"Do you mean to say..."
The Years Weird seemed to have thought of something. An incredulous look crossed his face as he stared at the White Bone Emperor and spoke.
The White Bone Emperor nodded slightly. "That's right. You're probably thinking much the same thing I am. Niece Xiaodie's husband possesses a power that even my eyes cannot see through."
"Then tell me, just what sort of power could be beyond even your eyes?" the Years Weird asked the White Bone Emperor.
"There aren't many possibilities," the White Bone Emperor said, shaking his head.
Indeed, the Years Weird and the White Bone Emperor were both top-tier weirds, beings who could be said to stand at the very pinnacle of the Weird Realm.
Coupled with his knowledge of the White Bone Emperor, the Years Weird also understood that there truly weren't many powers the White Bone Emperor could not see through.
"Then do you have any ideas?" the Years Weird asked.
He still wanted to get something out of the White Bone Emperor. Or rather, he also wanted to see whether the White Bone Emperor's guess matched his own.
At that, the White Bone Emperor looked at him and smiled, clearly understanding what he was thinking. Then he suggested, "Why don't we each write our thoughts on our palms, then reveal them at the same time?"
"All right!" The Years Weird nodded, readily agreeing to the White Bone Emperor's suggestion.
Then they each turned away and wrote their guesses on their palms.
A moment later, they turned back at the same time and held out their clenched fists toward each other, then opened their hands.
On both the White Bone Emperor's stark, skeletal palm and the Years Weird's palm were the same words: Divinity!
Clearly, they had actually arrived at the