Wan Sibo continued, tone calm yet heavy with fabricated wisdom.
"You all have committed a clash of stars this year. You were destined to encounter a calamity… a figure from the North District who blocks your path and robs your fortune."
He paused, then added with a gentle nod.
"But misfortune and fortune walk hand in hand. Survive this, cultivate well, and next year… your path into Western Mansion will open smoothly."
Silence.
Then—
A wave of awe.
"so powerful."
"As expected of Western Mansion…"
"To think someone can divine the future…"
"Truly… unfathomable."
Their faces filled with reverence, as if they had just witnessed something sacred.
Meanwhile, Wan Sibo flicked his sleeve lightly, lifted his chin, and walked away with the serene air of a wandering immortal who had just casually rearranged destiny itself.
***
High above, on the grand platform.
