The Great Elder of Celestial Secret Tower may or may not be accurate, Han Yu doesn't know.
But there's a sense of being offended; they barely met, and this guy already labeled him as a human-shaped beast upon meeting.
The elderly man in the Realm of Transcendence completely disregarded Han Yu's darkened expression, continuing to change tactics as he observed him.
After a long time, the old man withdrew his gaze, shook his head, and spoke to Ji Wushi, "Your friend doesn't need to go to Celestial Secret Tower. I can draw a conclusion here: a bearer of misfortune, no fortune, no blessing, no future."
Then he added, "Considering you call me Uncle Master, let me advise you to sever ties with this friend. There's no benefit."
Ji Wushi's eyes widened as he stared at the Omen Star above this Uncle Master's head, shining brighter and brighter, then turned to Han Yu, whose expression was unpleasant, quickly retreating a few steps, lest he gets splattered with blood.
