"Miss Strong Being, can you try to divine my future?"
Davis's voice was sincere and expectant, as though he really expected her to listen to him. However, it caused Mystic Diviner Hailac's eyes to narrow heavily.
"Emperor of Death, I don't seem to recall having offended you in any way."
The people who were erudite about their knowledge of divination also scoffed at Davis's request.
Who was he kidding? Divining a Divergent was like committing suicide. No one would dare to do it unless they were many times powerful, and even then, they didn't dare do it unless they wanted to lose their future, whether it may be in terms of life or skill.
Davis shrugged in response, "Well, you claimed to be stronger than my little aunt in divination, so naturally, you should at least be able to divine my immediate surrounding like my little aunt did just now, no?"
"…"
