As soon as the words were spoken, the sky noticeably darkened a bit.
It was the impending wrath of the heavens.
Jiang Fan hesitated for a moment and, seeing the worried look in Xu Youran's eyes, handed her the mirror.
"Don't speak aloud about any future you see; just keep the answer in your heart."
Xu Youran nodded and took a look into the mirror. Soon, visions of the future flashed through her mind.
Her expression shifted several times.
There was shock, disbelief, relief, and some reluctance.
When the last wisp of Dao resonance faded from the ancient realm, she put down the Ancient Mirror.
Yue Mingzhu asked, "Did you see the murderer?"
Xu Youran's expression returned to calm, and she shook her head gently, "No, I didn't."
Yue Mingzhu wanted to ask more, but Jiang Fan stopped her, "Don't ask anymore."
"Youran, with the scenes you've seen from the future, plan well for yourself. You don't have to worry about me; I'll find a way."
