The words that emerged in front of the Green Stone Plate have disappeared. Gu Mian looked at the stone plate in his hand for a moment before asking, "I think..."
"Crack!"
Gu Mian: "..."
Before Gu Mian could finish his second word, the Omen Tablet hastily provided an answer.
"Crack!" "Crack!"
The more it spoke, the more urgent it became.
Only to see the subtle crack on the stone plate quickly spreading around, threatening to engulf the entire plate.
Gu Mian felt that if it continued to speak, it might die.
The Fortune-teller hurriedly retrieved the Green Stone Plate from Gu Mian's hand, gently stroking the crack on it with a pained expression, "Since I've known you, this is the first time your prophecy has caused the crystal ball to explode. Back then, I had just become a fortune-teller, so my skills were still immature. Later, I could more or less divine some events about you..."
The Fortune-teller was indeed right.
