"The handiwork of Dao Ancestor?"
Lin Zixuan felt puzzled for a moment at her master's words and couldn't help but speak.
To her, the Dao Ancestor was an exceedingly distant existence.
He was a figure from a thousand years ago.
She had no connection to him whatsoever.
Lin Zixuan was not like Chu Huaixu; she neither possessed Dao Ancestor's sword scabbard nor mastered the Dao Scripture.
Yet, as the most legendary person in the history of the Profound Yellow Realm, Lin Zixuan immediately perked up when hearing her master mention Dao Ancestor.
The Old State Preceptor raised his hand and gently patted his disciple's head, saying:
"I always thought myself to be the most adept in divination in the world, probably second to none in this field save for Dao Ancestor."
"I can see the future."
"Moreover, I always subconsciously believed that myself and the Dao Ancestor, who left the prophecies, saw the same future."
At this point, he paused for a moment.
