Holy Alliance, Heavenly Destiny City.
The atmosphere was still to the extreme.
The Master of the Holy Alliance stood with his hands behind his back, gazing into the distance.
And behind him, the Old Taoist held a tortoise shell, muttering to himself as he slowly paced.
"No moon tonight, only a solitary star, witnessing the scorching sun rise in the night sky, hence the star shatters."
The Old Taoist furrowed his brows, whispering: "What does it mean?"
The master turned his head, glanced at him, and sighed: "No need to predict anymore, it's just a waste of life..."
"What do you mean by a waste of life?"
The Old Taoist couldn't help but retort angrily: "When has my predictions ever been inaccurate? Just in these few lines, you can see there's great significance, a rare phenomenon in a millennium..."
The master spoke slowly: "In the past, indeed it was a rare event in a thousand years, but in recent times, not necessarily..."
"How do you know?"
