A strange silence fell over the pitch-black stone house.
A few seconds later, Fei Ming's hoarse voice rang out. "Aketu... Did he lie?"
"Not necessarily. Perhaps even Chief Aketu failed to realize the enemy wasn't completely wiped out." The High Priest's face was pale after the Divination, and his voice had lost its earlier resonance. But his eyes were bright, as if he had foreseen something. He continued,
"Though danger lies to the south, I also saw within the Blood Armor a clue to our tribe's future strength. Please allow me to personally lead a team south to see what's happening there."
"A clue?" Fei Ming's expression flickered with interest.
"It's difficult to put into words. Just a unique intuition from our ancestors." The High Priest had a cryptic air about him.
Fei Ming was clearly accustomed to the old man's cryptic nature. His expression was no longer placid, now tinged with contemplation. "Then I'll have to trouble you to make the trip in person, High Priest."
