Leng Yinqiu smiled bitterly after Mu Fusheng left. "Master, I don't know where this Mu Fusheng came from. His talent is too terrifying."
"I shook hands with him before and sensed his bone age. He reached the Celestial Talisman Master Realm at such a young age."
"It's not possible even if he started cultivating talismans in his mother's womb, right?"
The Sect Master could not help but sigh.
"The times create heroes. A few monstrous figures who will lead this era would descend before every upheaval and calamity."
"This Mu Fusheng is probably one of them."
A calamity?
Leng Yinqiu asked in surprise, "A great calamity is coming? What great calamity?"
The Sect Master shook his head. "I don't know either, but I have a premonition."
Experts would always have a vague premonition about the future, especially when it came to crisis.
