After leaving Qingtao Valley, they followed Yan Zhi here. This is the most mysterious team in Longyin Valley. Everyone in the team can tell fortunes, and it is precisely because of this ability that they were able to escape danger.
Yan Zhi followed the elder behind her into a room covered with nameplates. The playful look on Yan Zhi's face vanished instantly, replaced by a puzzled and serious expression as she looked at the elder. "Master, why did you bring me here? Has something serious happened?"
"My time is drawing near, and in my final moments, I foresaw a scene: the ancient clan's rebellion, the centuries-old ancestor, and the perilous ruins." The elder looked at the plaques before him, which were hung here after each generation of diviners passed away. After his death, his plaque would also be hung here.
Yan Zhi shook her head, frowned, and said unhappily, "Master, the joke you told wasn't funny at all. I didn't like it at all. Please don't say things like that again, okay?"
Yan Zhi looked at the elder with concern, but the elder turned around, his eyes stern. "Yan Zhi, now is not the time for you to be sad. You should have known long ago that I would die one day. I have lived for hundreds of years, and my body has reached its limit. I have lived enough. You are still young and it doesn't matter if you don't understand these things, but you must remember what I just said. I want you to take these messages out, you must take them out! No matter what happens here, you must not come back. Tell these things to Xu Yuehuai of Qingtao Valley, and ask her to ask the person behind her to step in so that the second floor can barely survive."
"Master, what do you mean? What do you mean by barely managing to keep the second floor alive? What's going to happen to the second floor? Tell me!" Yan Zhi looked at the old man in front of her who treated her no differently than his own granddaughter. Learning of his death was something she couldn't accept, but at this point, just because she couldn't accept it didn't mean it wouldn't happen. She could only accept her fate to some extent.
Yan Zhi shook her head. She felt that there was still a chance for things to turn around. As long as she believed that there was a chance, she would definitely find another solution. Yan Zhi looked at the old man in front of her with a serious expression, wanting him to give her a reason.
Unexpectedly, the old man's next words were an even greater blow to her: "The second floor will be destroyed because of one person, and it will also be saved because of another. Both of them come from Qingtao Valley. You can only tell this information to the person I just told you. Do you remember that? As for the rest, no matter who they are, you cannot trust them."
Yan Zhi didn't understand. She shook her head and said, "Master, since the second floor is going to be destroyed, how about we take everyone to the third floor? My home is on the third floor. I said I would take you to see it before. You haven't seen my home yet. Why don't we take this opportunity for you to go and I will stay. I will definitely complete what you said."
The elder shook his head, patted Yan Zhi's head, and said with a smile, "Good child, things are out of control. We all have to stay here. The second floor is our home. We have to stay here to protect our home. If we are all still alive after this storm, how about your master goes to the second floor with you to spend the last days?"
Tears streamed down Yan Zhi's face, each drop landing on the back of her hand. Her eyes held a hint of determination, but when she met the old man's gaze, she choked back a sob and replied, "Okay, Master, tell me what else is there, and I will definitely do it. You must take good care of yourself, and everyone must live well and wait for me to come back."
The elder patted Yan Zhi's head, his eyes filled with a sense of desolation. Apart from himself, no one knew what kind of scene he had seen in that picture, what kind of scene it was, breathtaking, frightening, all the emotions woven together into a huge sea of fire.
When a great disaster strikes, people relax their vigilance and begin to enjoy the happiness and joy after the disaster, unaware that this is just the prelude to the second disaster.
A month later, a huge fireball descended, led by... a man from the third floor. Logically speaking, Yan Zhi and that man were somewhat familiar with each other. He didn't say much. The more detailed his description of these scenes, the greater the harm to himself. The more detailed his predictions, the faster he would die. He had lived for hundreds of years; whether he lived or died was irrelevant to him.
He wanted to stay by their side and protect their safety until the disaster was over, especially Yan Zhi, that little guy who always brought a lot of different things to everyone and had the ability to make everyone laugh. He was a very capable person.
Unsurprisingly, no one at the scene disliked her. Everyone felt that she played the role of a source of joy, and she was happy to be regarded as such. Whenever people said this to her, a smile would appear on her face, as if she were agreeing with what they said.
In their brief time together, they had become like family, but then she was told that what they were about to face would plunge everyone into disaster.
"Just remember what I just told you. Now, don't see anyone. Pack your things, leave here, and go find Xu Yuehuai of Qingtao Valley. She's with the ancient clan, and she's in danger. You have to help her." The elder finished speaking in one breath, his gaze falling on the little figure in front of him with a hint of ruthlessness.
This trip out was fraught with peril, but... he witnessed something even more cruel: they would all die in the near future. He didn't know why they would die, but Yan Zhi was not among those who died. That was why he had Yan Zhi do this.
Yan Zhi nodded fiercely, turned around to pack her things, and stubbornly left. Her heart ached a little. She raised her hand to wipe away the tears on her face and began to pack the clothes she had worn these past few days and some things that she might need on the way or after arriving.
After preparing everything, she carried her bag and went out. As she left, she saw Linghu Zhou sitting there with the hat she had made. Yan Zhi wanted to go over and tell her about her departure, but as soon as she took a step forward, she remembered what her master had told her: she must not tell anyone about her departure.
The thought of going forward was abruptly stopped.
She bit her lower lip tightly and left. Linghu Zhou was completely unaware that he had waited there all day as agreed, but Yan Zhi had not come to keep the appointment by dawn.
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