"Do you know what that is?"
Faced with Ah Xion's somewhat eager inquiry, Mohe shook his head: "I don't know. You might have some misunderstanding about me, Sword Saint Miss. I'm not an omniscient or omnipotent being. If I were, I wouldn't have lost back then. I only rely on my own wisdom and experience to conduct some analysis and learn certain results. As for the specific details, I'm not clear. So—I hope you can keep it confidential from Mr. Doro and Miss Elf."
"Although Mr. Doro might have some predictions himself, everyone pretending not to know is what allows certain tactics to emerge."
Ah Xion now understood why Mohe didn't want to tell her, because she didn't think she could keep such a secret.
"So, in the time that follows, you need to be cold enough, Sword Saint Miss, just like your name, fight more, speak less, do you understand?"
What could Ah Xion say? She could only agree.
It was something unavoidable.
Why did she insist on listening?
