The clump of bird droppings on his head, mixed with dirt, was still stuck there firmly. It was a ridiculously comical sight.
"Uncle, I'll go get the car, you just wait—"
Before the disciple could finish, Meng Kezhong waved his hand. "It's nothing, just a minor scrape."
After saying that, Meng Kezhong shuddered with fear in hindsight, clearly recalling the thorn that had nearly cost him his life just moments before.
"That was a close call... it nearly cost me my life. Much too close..."
As Meng Kezhong patted his chest, he seemed to remember something and abruptly turned his head. He saw the faint smile on Xia Liang's face. At the same time, the other Meng Family disciples also seemed to have a collective realization, their gazes fixed on Xia Liang in utter astonishment.
The air seemed to freeze, and the silence was almost frightening.
"Three predictions, and not a single one was wrong!" someone in the crowd suddenly exclaimed.
Everyone nodded in deep agreement.
