Chen Nanqiang, suppressing the surging rage in his heart, regained his calm expression, yet a cold gleam still flickered deep within his eyes.
He took a deep breath and spoke slowly: "Young Master Ma is indeed accomplished for his age. Since that's the case, let me do a divination for you free of charge!"
He extended his right hand, quickly tapping the joints of his other four fingers with his thumb, muttering under his breath. His gaze deepened and became mysterious, as if transcending the boundaries of time and space, discerning the trajectory of fate.
A moment later, Chen Nan suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze fiery as he stared directly at Ma Ye. His voice was low and icy: "Young Master Ma, a piece of advice for you—the noon of three days from now, you will certainly die!"
His words were decisive, echoing in the room like a heavy hammer, smashing hard into everyone's heart.
Upon his declaration, the room instantly fell into a deathly silence.