This old man...
Facing the Great Witch's words, Li Ang felt a jumble of emotions, his thoughts all over the place.
Although he couldn't immediately recall when or where the old man had asked the same question, since there had been far too many similar phrases in different forms, Li Ang still felt he could clearly sense that all those questions already had answers.
"Great Witch, do you have the ability of prophecy? Have you already seen how certain things end?" Li Ang asked bluntly.
The art of prophecy was usually a power possessed by the top-tier figures of the Holy Servant line; it was very rare even among high-ranking priests. Yet Li Ang kept feeling that the old man's mumbling, mystical manner was somewhat similar.
"The Ten Thousand Spirits will grant hints and revelations, but in the end, it still requires your own weighing and discernment. I think you can understand that."
After the Great Witch finished speaking, the smile on his face grew thicker.
"Yes."
