"The rain's started."
Shen Yun slowly raised his head and looked towards the low-hanging dark clouds on the horizon. A faint premonition suddenly stirred in his heart.
Seeing his solemn expression, Shen Qingruo asked softly, "What happened?"
Shen Yun did not answer directly. His knuckles moved slightly as he silently deduced the changes in heaven's secrets.
In an instant, countless fragments of images flashed through his mind, finally freezing on the scene before their farewell.
"Just as I thought." The gleam in his eyes darkened slightly. "Jun Ling Yuan's appearance was no coincidence."
With his cultivation at its current level, he still could not deduce the complete movements of a Golden Immortal. Otherwise, he would no longer have been a cultivator, but an omniscient and omnipotent god.
However, he had his own way of dealing with it.
"When things cannot be calculated, look only at the people." Shen Yun's thoughts were clear, and he quickly found a direction.
He immediately began deducing in his heart, and soon discovered something:
Just moments ago, Little Martial Saint's fortune had suddenly plummeted. Clearly, he had encountered some sort of tribulation.
Following this clue, Jun Ling Yuan's figure instantly surfaced in his mind. If the two had no connection whatsoever, even a three-year-old child would not believe it.
"I hope he can survive this tribulation."
Shen Yun murmured, showing no intention of interfering.
To save everyone in trouble—that was what a bodhisattva who delivered all living beings from suffering did. He had already helped several people survive deadly tribulations. That could be called benevolence carried to the utmost. If he had to clean up every mess afterward, would he ever have time to cultivate?
Moreover, forcefully involving himself in another person's cause and effect was equivalent to drawing the Karma toward himself. It would