The voice muttered heavily to itself as he submerged his divine sense into his sea of consciousness, looking at the life talisman on the white jade turtle shell.
Ever since Shen Wen'an went to Hidden Dragon Mountain to rescue Shen Chongming, he had a faint sense of unease in his heart.
This unease grew increasingly intense.
Forcing him to stop cultivating and attempt some divination.
After exhausting all the spiritual charm accumulated in the white jade turtle shell and sacrificing five years of his lifespan, he finally got a definite hexagram.
It was about Shen Wen'an.
A hexagram of nine deaths and one life, with the life gate being uncertain and at any moment could turn into a dire scenario.
Now, he dared not be distracted at all, always prepared to forcibly change Shen Wen'an's fate using the life talisman on the white jade turtle shell.
"Grandfather, if you run into trouble, you can go discuss it with that old grandfather who fishes."
"He knows many, many things."
