"Foreknowledge?"
Tushere, who feared supernatural matters the most, widened her eyes upon hearing this and instinctively lowered her voice: "Who, who can foresee the future?"
"..."
A glint of cold light flashed in the depths of Shang Ruyi's eyes.
Foreknowledge—
These four words were merely an ambiguous term; more precisely, someone knew more than she did.
There was someone who knew more than she did, an idea that pricked at her mind like a needle, which is why she had been quietly planning, trying to extract that name from Song Yu's lips. Unexpectedly, Song Yu died just before speaking.
As for Ma Xu, though he survived, he was clearly now a useless pawn.
Thus, this visit to Fufeng was not just about facing off against Xue Xian, but also a confrontation with another person.
