Xuan Qingzi never expected that one day he would help a cultivator who betrayed the Human Race with divination.
But in facing Su Nan, he couldn't find a reason to refuse.
This divination wasn't for Su Nan, but for Su Changqing.
"Ling Yao!"
Xuan Qingzi took a deep breath, whispered softly, as his fingers traced mysterious patterns in mid-air.
Boom!
In an instant, silver light surged and filled the heavens and earth.
A sky-trembling might suddenly descended, making Xuan Qingzi groan with blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.
To divine for someone at the peak of Quasi-Emperor, calculating their fate, with Xuan Qingzi's current cultivation, it was still too forced.
Luckily, Su Nan was assisting by his side.
"Hmph!"
Su Nan snorted coldly, exuding a terrifying Quasi-Emperor aura that covered the skies.
With a wave of his large sleeve, he obscured the heavens, holding the Great Cyan Spear above Xuan Qingzi's crown.