After Daoist Pang Yu left, Pei Yuhang remained heavy-hearted. The ominous prophecy concerning a master and disciple left a persistent gloom settled between his brows.
TAP, TAP—
His slender fingers unconsciously traced the rim of the teacup. The tea in the celadon cup had long since grown cold, reflecting the complex thoughts in Pei Yuhang's eyes.
'The person Senior Pang Yu saw in his divination, the one who runs into trouble... could it be Yueqiu?'
Pei Yuhang mused for a moment, then shook his head.
'Unlikely...'
'Yueqiu's personality is steady and sensible.'
'Besides, after I accepted her, her inner turmoil should have been resolved. There shouldn't be any flaw in her Dao Heart for a Heart Demon to exploit.'
'The only troublesome thing is the Curse Seal on Yueqiu... placed on her by that so-called Empress of the Rakshasa Race.'
'However, after I successfully refined the Golden Sun Divine Seal, that Curse Seal has been completely suppressed.'
