The Truth About Master Wuheng

"What? How is that possible?" The Empress Dowager cried out, her face pale as she stared at the palace master in disbelief.

Yongkang's face was equally pale. Usually bold and unrestrained, she now appeared timid, asking hesitantly, "Master, you must be joking! This can't be real, right? You're making it up, aren't you?"

The palace master remained unchanged, as motionless as an ancient tree, silent and unyielding.

Time slowly passed. Once the two women had calmed down, the palace master spoke again, "Whether the events in the dream will happen, I cannot be certain. But everything is predestined. Empress Dowager, you could seek out the world's foremost seer—Prophet—to verify this."

"Master, Prophet has been in hiding for years. If he doesn't want to appear, no one can find him. Isn't that making it difficult for us?" Yongkang complained, looking distressed.