"Which Taoist wouldn't know that?"
"I had a strange dream yesterday. In the dream, several clerks were calculating when I would die."
"This dream feels like a prophecy. Perhaps something is quietly taking effect on you."
Zhou Xuan nodded repeatedly, saying, "Yesterday, I coughed up blood for no reason. At that moment, I was ninety percent sure that Bi Fang had used the Will Heavenly Book on me.
Now with this strange dream and your interpretation of it, I'm a hundred percent certain."
Whatever could quietly take effect on Zhou Xuan—it could only be the Will Heavenly Book.
"Didn't you say before that fulfilling a wish written in the Will Heavenly Book requires approval from many gods?
Bi Fang used the Will Heavenly Book to harm you—would the other gods agree to it?"
Yun Ziliang sipped his soup, appearing thoughtful, and asked Zhou Xuan softly.
