The Prophet isn't dead!
Hiddy almost stood up, ready to question aloud.
But she knew very well that she must not expose herself now!
Not dead?
Father is not dead...
Over five thousand years, Hiddy dreamt of her father countless times, mourning and blaming herself endlessly.
Though she hadn't witnessed her father's death with her own eyes, countless others had witnessed that moment.
Five thousand years later, could someone be telling her that the Prophet is still alive?
Julius Reed walked to her side, gently placing a hand on Hiddy's shoulder.
He could understand such a feeling.
If the Prophet truly wasn't dead, it would be a massive bombshell for the martial arts world!
It would overturn many things from the past five thousand years.
