The system contract trembled as Liam pulled on it, like a spider thread plucked in the dark. Somewhere far away in the multiverse, a man sneezed violently. At the same instant, a crystal ball shattered, a divination array exploded into smoke, and a very tired cultivator stared at the smoking ruins of his workshop with dead eyes.
"I knew it," he muttered hoarsely. "I knew I should've lied low today."
"Master, is everything alright?"
"Master, how could the divination array explode like this?"
"Master's divinations are always perfect. This is… this is… impossible!"
Several beauties rushed towards him, their silk sleeves fluttering as they crowded around the ruined table. One supported his arm, another hurriedly wiped soot from his cheek, while a third stared at the shattered crystal ball with her eyes wide.
