"Hey, little fortune teller, how did your prophecy turn out? Can the great catastrophe facing our Nine Soul Heavenly River be averted?"
After the woman opened her eyes, quite a few people stepped forward to ask her. But their tone held no genuine curiosity about the result—it was drenched in malice and mockery.
Nobody believed this woman. They treated her as either a fool or a joke.
Yet the woman, whether she was simply too naive to notice their hostility or for some other reason, showed not a hint of anger. Instead, a relieved smile blossomed on her lips.
"My lords, you may rest easy."
"The result is already in. It was a false alarm—our Nine Soul Heavenly River's great catastrophe will be stopped."
"Moreover, the person capable of stopping it is right here in Xianqing City," the woman said.
"Oh my, the story just keeps getting more ridiculous."
"The catastrophe can be averted, and the person who will break it is right here in the city? Then why don't you tell us exactly who that person is?"
Many in the crowd pressed her further.
"That… I wasn't able to foresee. But the fact that the catastrophe can be averted is already a joyous matter in itself."
The woman spoke with a bright smile that didn't look forced—it was genuine happiness and relief.
"Then at least tell us specifically—what kind of catastrophe is it, and how exactly will this person break it?"
Someone else asked.
"I wasn't able to foresee that either," the woman said.
"Damn it, you've been talking and talking and said absolutely nothing. You're just a damn fraud."
Suddenly, a harsh voice rang out. Not only that—a large, bearded man leaped from the crowd, landed beside the woman, and seized her by the collar, lifting her clean off the ground.
"Little swindler, out with it. What's your purpose conning people here? Trying to swindle us out of our money?"
As the bearded man spoke, he radiated the aura of a Sixth Stage Sovereign—a level of cultivation that was already considered formidable among those present.
"I'm not, I'm not!" the woman shook her head frantically, growing visibly terrified.
"Neither money nor lust, then? You must be trying to trick someone into bed! With your looks, even the ugliest maid in my household is prettier than you—how dare you even attempt something like that?"
The bearded man actually began humiliating the woman in front of everyone.
And his humiliation drew laughter from many in the crowd.
This made Chu Feng's sharp brows snap together. The worst of human nature was on full display here, and the thing he despised most was precisely this kind of bully—those who preyed on the weak.
"I really am not deceiving anyone. Everything I said is the truth, and I have no hidden agenda. If I must name a purpose, it's simply that I wanted everyone to know about this."
"My lord, I beg you—I truly harbor no ill will. Please let me go, won't you?"
The woman's eyes were filled with fear. Her complexion had gone pale, and her voice trembled, making her look utterly pitiful.
Yet among the crowd, few felt any sympathy. Instead, cold laughter echoed around her. Their eager gazes were fixed on her as though they were waiting—hoping—to see her punished.
"Let you go?"
"Since you claim you're not swindling money or lust, then you're clearly just making fools of us."
"I'd like to let you go, but why don't you ask them—do they want to let you go?"
The bearded man turned to face the crowd.
"This kind of trash dares to toy with us? We can't just let her off. She must pay the price."
"That's right—pay the price!" voices rang out from the crowd. And those responses only made the woman's fearful tears stream down even harder.
Then something unexpected happened.
The woman's tears were as unusual as her eyes themselves.
From her white eyes flowed white tears. From her black eyes flowed black tears.
"Well, well—what kind of tears are those? Freaks will be freaks—even your tears aren't like a normal person's."
"Ugly girl, your face isn't much to look at, but those eyes of yours are certainly something special."