Unable to Predict

"Senior?" Feng Jiu was slightly startled, her eyes betraying her surprise and concern. As far as she knew, Old Man Tianji rarely left the Sky Mountain, even when Mo Chen had disappeared, scattered between heaven and earth, Old Man Tianji had not shown himself. So why had he come now? 

A vague sense of something unusual lingered in the air, and the moment her heart had calmed, it was once again lifted by his unexpected arrival.

Old Man Tianji floated down, stepping on his Immortal Artifact. His wise and weathered gaze fell on Xuanyuan Mo Ze, and a trace of pity flickered in his eyes. Looking up at the sky, now shrouded in gloom, he sighed softly under his breath.

"Why are you here, Senior? Is something wrong?" Feng Jiu asked, focusing her energy and glancing at him with a mix of curiosity and apprehension.