The Hunt Officially Begins

Lin Xuan nodded his head, not fully understanding the sentence. These quacks all liked to say things that were vague, but the words did strike a bell in his heart.

He was not in a hurry to return to the nine beasts chaotic world instance dungeon. Lin Xuan sat down in an open-air cafe in the Imperial City and ordered a cup of coffee. He looked at the river view beside him as it blew past his face, carefully thinking about what he was told.

The past was the past, the present was the choice, and the future had countless possibilities.

The power of prophecy was not something to be taken lightly. It could provide many possibilities, and the river of time and fate could branch into several different streams, each representing a different future.

With this as the premise, the words that the Bureau Chief said were somewhat thought-provoking.

Where there's a will, there's a way!

The success rate was not high, but there was still a chance of success.