Hiss——
The crowd inhaled sharply, suddenly shocked by the implied meaning in Fang Yu's words.
This clearly meant——
He is a Human Immortal!
This...
How is that possible?!
Mo Huajian's delicate body trembled when she heard those two words. Mo Huajian once had a sweet dream, in which a handsome prince arrived on the wind, clothed in seven-colored radiant light, leading her towards a life of happiness. Later, she sought a dream interpreter, who said that the man in the dream was a Human Immortal—the first she would encounter in her life!
Mo Huajian naturally did not believe it.
She believed that humans conquer destiny, not in ghosts and gods.
Until the very last astrologer in the domain, upon departing, pointed at the sky, trembling and excitedly said, "Seven-colored radiant light, Human Immortal…" After six words, he died, and Mo Huajian began to believe it was not a mere coincidence. She hadn't spoken of her dream to the astrologer. Yet both spoke of the same thing.
