"Ah?" Ling Feng and the other two were almost simultaneously astonished. Why did this scene feel somewhat familiar?
Ling Feng remembered that not long ago, there was also an old man with fiery red skin and hair pointing at them, claiming they were the prophecy people, saying the prophecy had come true,
and then that old man named Huo Yue was beaten to death by his own people.
Now, what is this situation, a repeat of the old trick?
Ling Feng awkwardly said, "Elder, what's your name...?"
"Shui Nian, my great-grandfather's name is Shui Nian." Shui Xia, seeing that Elder Shui Nian was too excited to speak, awkwardly responded on his behalf.
"Oh, Elder Shui Nian, are you joking? What prophecy? We aren't part of your Shui Clan, how could we be the people in the prophecy?"
But Shui Nian jumped off the meditation cushion, not even wearing shoes, and walked barefoot in circles around Ling Feng and the others several times, and then exclaimed:
