Su Jing's teeth gritted in annoyance. She had always considered the shamans frauds, charlatans who thrived on superstition. Yet their importance to the Lord was undeniable, likely due to their mediocre medical skills. The idea that they could predict the future seemed laughable to her.
The crowd around them looked up at the bright sky, devoid of stars, their expressions confused. Lian, with a third eye drawn on her forehead, insisted, "I can see it with our divine eye!"
Su Jing sneered, shaking her head as she reluctantly sheathed her machete. The anger boiled inside her, but the shamans' words nagged at her enough to hold back her fury.
At that moment, Xiang Yu felt a wave of dizziness wash over him. His knees buckled, and he fell to the ground, breathless. The harsh earth met him with a jarring thud, the world spinning around him.
"Master!" Lian and Mei cried out, rushing forward to help him. They wanted to help him inside.
