The young man called for the best fruit wine here, and it was evident that he held a high status in this place.
The attendants, upon seeing him, all performed a single-knee kneel.
He was very respectful in front of Long Fei, raising his wine cup to toast and said, "Sir just mentioned that there is a great calamity descending upon my Witch Tribe, is there a way to resolve it?"
Long Fei drank his wine calmly, "Seek the clear path and join it, there may still be a sliver of hope!"
The young nobleman said, "The clear path? Is it Buddhist or Daoist?"
Long Fei chuckled lightly, "Everything has its destiny, haven't your clan's people already begun trying?"
"Does sir even know about this?"
The young nobleman was slightly surprised, not expecting Long Fei to know the secrets of their Imperial Family.
For over a thousand years, their Witch Tribe's High Priest had constantly prophesied disasters in the future, saying they must find a way to protect themselves to avoid catastrophe.
