Never before had Shisan felt such terror.
There was something off about this woman. She clearly had no cultivation and was just an ordinary person, yet she exuded a sense of oppression that made Shisan feel as if a massive boulder weighed upon his heart, making it difficult to breathe.
"I am Qin Meng. Please, sir, perform a divination for me," Qin Meng spoke.
He was very direct.
Her pair of eerie eyes were frightfully deep.
Shisan's scalp tingled. He forced a smile and said, "It's not that I don't want to help, but I can't. The Wind Cloud List involves too much; it's related to the Ancient Road. Once a divination begins, it's a nine-in-ten chance of death!"
"What did you say?" A Saint Realm figure stepped out from behind Qin Meng, his eyes shooting cold gleams like sharp Sword Slashes descending.
The killing intention emanating from him was vast and terrifying.
Moreover, he even carried a trace of the Heavenly Dao Laws of a Saint King.
Everyone present held their breath.
