After hearing what Jiang Xue had to say, Daoya Old Man fell into his thoughts.
"Your cultivation has greatly increased, so it's not right that you can't divine their futures. The only possibility is that the future has changed and they will all die," he said in a low voice, an unsightly expression on his face.
After all, they had all relied on one another for the past dozens of years, and this meant that there was an extremely powerful existence that would kill all of them.
Thinking about that, he started to divine.
In the next moment—
Chi!
A jet of blood spurted out of Daoya Old Man's mouth, spilling onto the ground. Not too far away, Beixiao Wangjian and Huang Lianxin, who were currently training, looked over.
Jiang Xue hurriedly supported him so that he would not fall down.
Zhou Xuanji felt quite speechless and asked, "Old fellow, are you alright? I feel that your divination abilities are becoming weaker and weaker."
