At this moment, Wu Tian, Si'er, and the little one were preparing to leave and return to Xiuyuan Country. Around noon, high in the sky, white clouds drifted like pale hounds and camels.
Wu Tian suddenly halted, gazing at the white clouds in the firmament as he began to calculate with his fingers.
"What's wrong, Dad?" the little one asked in confusion.
Having divined something, Wu Tian lowered his hands. He stood with them clasped behind his back, the unmistakable aura of the Honorable Master radiating from him as he said softly, "Someone is coming to make trouble for us."
"Who? Bandits? Or the Beast Clan?" Si'er asked worriedly.
"I don't know. It could be Heavenly Emperor Xiao Tian for all I know." Wu Tian shook his head. His fortune-telling skills, taught to him by the Dao Emperor, weren't very accurate.
