For some reason, the old Daoist thought of the incense he had lit before he left the house. It had been extinguished before it even touched the incense burner.
"Could it be that we can't escape this calamity today?"
Cloud Tiger Mountain's fortune-telling had always been extremely accurate. Since the patriarch did not bless him for this trip to Shen villa, it must be a life-and-death trial. It was useless to force it.
A hint of resignation flashed in his eyes, but the next moment, his hunched back straightened up again.
"No..."
The old Daoist suddenly remembered that his little disciple was right behind him.
If he were to die, song qingxiao would die without a doubt.
He had originally cultivated the Dao of following the heavens and believed that life and death had their own fate and reincarnation. One death was merely the beginning of another in the future.
