At the same time, Yin Ren Wuzhao, who was engrossed in his books, suddenly pulled out a spiritual turtle shell.
Although to deduce what was left in these books, he needed divination to clarify directionality, this sudden move even made him pause in surprise.
"Too early."
Yin Ren Wuzhao furrowed his brows slightly.
"Could it be that something happened that I'm unaware of?"
Thinking this, Yin Ren Wuzhao drew the broadsword decorated with a phoenix bird.
Under the scorching gray-black flames, cracks soon appeared on the turtle shell, and upon seeing these cracks, Yin Ren Wuzhao's brows furrowed even more tightly.
"The portent of battle, do I want to fight with someone today?"
The result of the divination may not be completely accurate, but the interpretation of it reflected the feelings in his heart—clearly, even he felt that he might engage in a battle today.
