The Knowledge Saint returned to her own residence and tried to use her foresight to glimpse into future events, but each time she concentrated, a Crimson Sword seemed to appear in front of her brow, as if it was about to pierce between her eyebrows!
Mi Qingqian shook her head helplessly.
That incident had already left a shadow in her heart, and it would likely be difficult for her to use the Prophet's abilities anytime soon.
She walked towards Mi Rong's balcony, intending to discuss some matters with her.
As soon as she reached the courtyard, she heard Mi Rong's laughter. Mi Rong was kind-hearted and simple, but not absolutely foolish or naive. The Knowledge Saint had watched Mi Rong grow up, yet it had been a very long time since she had heard such a hearty and joyful laugh from her.
