Antuowan waved his hand, "No harm!"
But he still labored for breath before speaking, "This man's destiny is strange, not from our continent, my abilities are limited, I really can't see through it, if it's the Great Priest of Ming Deer Tribe, perhaps he could try."
The feelings that rose in Hai Qin's heart at hearing these words were hard to put into words.
Leaving aside everything else, with Antuowan's words, he could at least affirm that the saintess of Peach Blossom Land was certainly not simple.
Hai Qin's expression was serious, after a moment of silence, he again asked, "Can the priest do another divination on me? I want to see if there's any way to break the death fate of myself!"
Antuowan nodded his head.
But this time he did not offer sacrifice with fresh blood, he closed his eyes, fingers intertwined in several complex signs.
