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Murim Is Cringe

Beware the almighty 'Seer' who wanders the Murim. He knows all and sees all. The seer can predict the future and his predictions have never before been wrong. Those who heed his advice may be given a second chance while for all the others who don't... impeding doom awaits. The seer's words are absolute. How might you recognize him you ask...? There have been rumors of this man clad in black whose eyes shine a clean crimson glare right through his hermit hat when provoked. He is also rumored to be carrying a Demonic Sword. And if the rumors are to be believed he is actually quite young. P.S.: Yes, I am aware that the title might have turned out a bit inaccurate. Forgive this junior.

Neonkilz · Ost
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247 Chs

ZEN Meditation

"Okay, now what was *that* about?" Ling Yue asked, a hint of curiosity mixed with amusement. "Why does he like you now?"

"Well, Princess, I'm supposed to make you into an Empress. My utter genius and subtle persuasion impressed him," the Seer replied cryptically, as was his habit.

"Right," she sighed, comfortable enough with his answer to rest her head on his shoulder again.

*BAM*

The door flew open, slamming against the far end wall with a loud crash. Pieces of the door splintered and scattered across the room as Ling Yue's father stepped halfway into the dining hall, his eyes glowing red with fury.

"You! The Dao Conference. Tomorrow. *Attend!*" he barked, pointing a finger sharply at the Seer before vanishing into a mist of qi and swirling dust.

"Ah, yes, of course. Knowledge is meant to be shared!" the Seer called back in a raised tone, ensuring the departing man heard him.