These Two Old Foxes, Quite Devious!

"Prophet, come out!"

The voice reverberated across the entire valley. Instantly, rocks tumbled, and the birds and beasts were startled, fleeing the area.

However, even after several breaths of time, there was still no response.

"What's the matter?"

"Do you think I'm bluffing?"

Zhu Youji observed the silent valley below, raised his hand slightly, and aimed at the canyon. Circular energy ripples began to emerge, and a powerful, destructive pressure surged forth.

"Sigh... Your Highness, I have already withdrawn from the world of martial arts. There's no need to be so aggressive."

Suddenly, a deep sigh echoed, and a figure appeared at the top of the cliff. It was none other than the infamous blind soothsayer--Prophet.

"Ha!"

Zhu Youji withdrew the energy ripples from his palm, and his figure moved, appearing next to Prophet. He looked at the blind seer.

Prophet turned slightly, offering a respectful bow. "Greeting, Royal Heir."