After Lü Ling led Huang Xiao and the others out, Zhao Yunhui noticed Yan Zhong's tightly knitted brows and could not help asking, "Uncle Yan, what's wrong? Have you thought of something bad?"
Yan Zhong gave a long sigh. "Your Highness, I have a vague feeling that something major is about to happen. I still think it would be better for you to stay out of it."
"Of course something major is going to happen. The Remnant Demon Sect is sure to make a big move this time, but isn't that for the best? With you here, Uncle Yan, they're nothing but clowns jumping about. Besides, my divination showed that nothing would happen this time either. Don't you trust me?" Zhao Yunhui asked with a smile.
Yan Zhong shook his head. "Of course I do. Your divination has reached the pinnacle of perfection, accounting for everything without fail."
"There you are, then. Set your mind at ease. Constable Huang and the others can handle ordinary experts, and if any truly formidable experts turn up, we still have you, Uncle Yan," Zhao Yunhui said.
"That would be best. I'll take my leave now. You should rest early too, Your Highness," Yan Zhong said.
"Little Sister Yan Xi still has to come over later," Zhao Yunhui said with a smile.
Yan Zhong nodded, then left the wooden house. After a few steps, he stopped, still troubled. Although he knew nothing of divination, someone whose cultivation had reached a certain realm, as his had, could sense things in the unseen-a premonition of what was about to happen. Lately, he had often felt unsettled. By rights, having broken through to a new realm in his cultivation, he should never have experienced such a thing. The only explanation was that something major would happen soon,