What the hell!!
'What else could it be?' The old man had called him into the room, sweet-talked him for a while, and then asked him to perform a divination.
A normal divination would have been fine, but he wanted him to divine the future of the entire Athabasca Tribe.
That wasn't just about one person or one event—it was the future course of an entire people.
Feng Shan never imagined divining the fate of a tribe would be so dangerous. The moment his fingers finished tying the knot on the straw rope, it snapped in two, and the Soul Power in his Witchcraft Bone Ring was instantly drained.
If he hadn't made a split-second decision to cut off the divination at the critical moment, the consequences would have been unthinkable. He might have become the first Witch to kick the bucket from divining.
Even so, Feng Shan was severely weakened. He leaned against the wall, gasping for air.
