Huff... Huff...
The wind in the temple was fierce, and the Blood Well did not respond to Zhou Xuan's words.
Zhou Xuan candidly said, "Well, today you're not yourself. Why are you hesitating with the prophecy? What in the world are you hiding?"
Zhou Xuan counted the timeline—last night, they were in Mingjiang Prefecture when they uncovered the truth about the disaster on Hidden Dragon Mountain.
A Heavenly God Level entity had controlled Yun Ziliang and then slaughtered everyone on Hidden Dragon Mountain.
And today, after Zhou Xuan arrived in Ping Shui Prefecture, he started his divination, only to encounter the Blood Well acting like a frost-beaten eggplant.
Huff... Huff...
The wind in the temple was even stronger,
Zhou Xuan suddenly waited, stubbornly determined to challenge the Blood Well.
No one knew how long the wind howled, but finally, the Blood Well recovered,
Blood began to drip from the temple's walls and floor cracks,
