On her way out, Shen Roujia encountered a young monk, Yong Gui. He hurriedly approached her and said, “Benefactor, you will face a disaster today. There’s no avoiding it. You must head north!”
Shen Roujia broke out in a cold sweat upon hearing his words. “Young Monk, are you joking with me?”
Yong Gui shook his head seriously. “Benefactor, this humble monk never lies. Besides, we are fated to meet, having crossed paths twice now. Last night, I observed the stars and saw this calamity. I was on my way to the Pavilion to find you, but who would have thought we’d meet here.”
Shen Roujia’s expression changed. She could tell that Yong Gui wasn’t the type to lie.
However, despite the situation, Shen Roujia was determined to visit Gu Zhi first, as she didn’t believe in such things.
After thanking him, she was about to leave when Yong Gui sighed and spoke again.
“By the way, Benefactor, I plan to return to secular life and have discussed joining the Martial Alliance with A’Yue. This may be our last meeting, so please take this item as a token of safety.”
Yong Gui took off a string of exquisite prayer beads from his wrist and handed them to Shen Roujia before turning and walking away leisurely.
Shen Roujia stared in confusion at the scene before her. It felt like something significant was about to happen.
She didn’t take it seriously and chuckled to herself before turning to leave.
However, it seemed like nothing was going right for her that day. When she arrived at the Hidden Pavilion, she couldn’t find anyone—not even Zhang San.
After wandering around, she finally grabbed someone to ask, only to learn that everyone seemed to have gone on a mission.