The Sage Demon, but they are a common enemy.
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On the other side.
A café in the Central District.
After separating from Ye Siqing, Ying Zijin accepted Xiu’s invitation.
She was resting with her eyes closed, supporting her head with one hand.
At that moment, her eyes suddenly opened wide.
Xiu was startled: "Elder, what’s wrong now? My heart isn’t strong."
"Something’s happened." Ying Zijin’s eyes narrowed slightly. She took out the Tarot Cards and spread them on the table, "Lend me your Special Ability."
As Xiu worked, he asked, "Who do you want to calculate for?"
The café was crowded, people coming and going, but they all ignored the most conspicuous table.
Absolute concealment!
After several minutes, Ying Zijin finally opened her eyes.
An icy glint appeared in her pupils.
She had always been unable to predict anything about Fu Yunshen, but if someone tried to attack him through Divination, she could perceive it.
Xiu also sensed something was wrong, very seriously: "What’s the matter?"
"Just fought a bit with someone." Ying Zijin pondered, "Among the Twenty-Two Sages, besides your sister, who else knows Divination?"
Xiu was stunned: "There’s the High Priestess. Her status is quite awkward; she knows a bit of Divination, a bit of Refining medicine."
"But in terms of Divination, she’s not stronger than my sister, and in terms of Refining medicine, she’s not better than the Magician. However, she does know some Formations, and her attack power is stronger than a pure support Sage like me."
The third of the Twenty-Two Sages, the Sage Priestess, The High Priestess.
Ying Zijin nodded slightly to indicate understanding: "You mentioned the Sages once waged a war, and your sister also perished in that war?"
Xiu’s expression darkened: "Yes."
Ying Zijin knew it was something Xiu didn’t wish to recall, so she didn’t continue the conversation and instead said: "Then just now it seems that I had a run-in with the Priestess."
"The Priestess?" Xiu frowned, "I’ll go back to the Sage Academy and take a look. There shouldn’t be anything unusual happening there lately."
Unless necessary, no one would provoke a Holy War.
Xiu stood up, then as if remembering something, turned his head: "Oh right, you’re currently not doing anything, why not help me manage the internet café W, after all, your computer skills are also strong."
Hearing this, Ying Zijin put down the knife and fork, clapped her hands.
"Clap clap clap."
A few perfunctory claps.
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