His words were like a warm current, instantly warming the hearts of everyone present. They nodded in agreement, and the fire of hope was rekindled in their eyes. They knew that no matter what difficulties the future held, as long as they stood united, they would surely overcome everything.
The night remained deep, and the moonlight spilled through the sparse clouds onto the open space in front of the pavilion, casting a silver-white glow over the tense atmosphere. Sheron Perri's words were like a sharp blade, directly stabbing at Elder Talon Skyler's weak spot, making the already heavy air even tenser.
"Old man, if your art of prediction is really that accurate," Sheron Perri's voice carried a hint of provocation, his gaze fixed firmly on Elder Talon Skyler, as if he wanted to see through the latter's soul, "how could you possibly have failed to foresee what happened at Spirit Mountain? This proves your method is useless! How can we put our hope in an unreliable prediction?"
