"Now can you tell me what happened?" Ming Shu averted her gaze and looked at the man sitting opposite her.
Mu Huai was staring at Illuminating Stars that the master gave him. The painting was actually nothing much to look at. What really mattered was the pattern that would appear on it when it got close to fire.
That was probably the map leading to the Dragon Root of the Wushang Dynasty.
Mu Huai rolled up the painting and folded his hands together in his sleeves. "You saw a prophecy a few days ago, right?"
Ming Shu smiled slightly. "Uncle and Master did make a close deal."
Mu Huai stared at Ming Shu and said, "Your prophecy, someone had predicted it a long time ago, though it was more detailed than yours."
Ming Shu raised her eyebrows.
"Twenty-two years ago, the last prophecy of the last prophet was that wars were going to occupy the world. With evil spirits overrunning the land, the Wushang Dynasty was to be destroyed. And that prophecy referred to the prince, who was just born at the time."
"Because of that prophecy, the prince was regarded as a reincarnation of an evil spirit, which made the emperor very dreadful and worried. But he didn't have the heart to kill his own son." Mu Huai looked at Ming Shu, saw she had no strange reaction, and added, "As the saying goes, even a vicious tiger will not eat its cubs. At that time, the emperor looked forward to the birth of the prince very much, but no one could expect it to end so."
For so many years, the emperor didn't abolish the prince for such a reason.
In order to change this prophecy, the last prophet took a glimpse at the holy secret, against the holy rules, then suggested the emperor take the prince as his formal heir, which might give them a chance to turn the tables.
But as a result, the last prophet died miserably.
"Why not kill the prince right away?" It's much simpler
and can save a lot of trouble.
It seemed killing the prince meant that the male protagonist would be gone...
Mu Huai shook his head. "It's not that simple."
The prince could be killed, but even the emperor couldn't bear to kill him at the time. He considered whether he would abandon his son for his throne and the world.
However, he did not.
Then there was only one possibility.
The prince couldn't be killed due to some unknown reasons.
"Lord, come out and see." Ye Cong's voice suddenly sounded from outside. He seemed to have seen something incredible.
Mu Huai parted the curtains, and the blood sky immediately reflected in his deep eyes. It was like having been stained by blood. The redness spread from the horizon and covered the entire sky very quickly.
Within everyone's range of sight, there was nothing but red.
This scene was exactly the same as what Ming Shu saw in the prophecy.
The first scene of the prophecy was now happening.
"What happened?"
"How did the sky turn red?"
"Lord, it's too abnormal, I'm afraid something bad is going to happen." Ye Cong frowned deeply. They had never witnessed such a weird phenomenon.
The wind was blowing.
