"I'm sorry to have disappointed you, my lord, but the young lady has failed to divine any results," Yan Siyun said, shaking her head.
"Not only that, my sister has also been injured by the backlash of the divination skill," Yan Sijing added.
"Jing'er!" Yan Siyun scolded softly.
"Oh, Fellow Daoist Yan is injured?" Yuan Ming's expression changed as he carefully observed Yan Siyun.
"It's just a minor injury, not a big deal. After some rest, I will recover. The only shame is that I couldn't divine the outcome of the great battle," Yan Siyun said.
Upon hearing this, Yuan Ming's brow furrowed slightly.
He had been quite optimistic about the upcoming battle, an important reason being Yan Siyun's divination skill. Unexpectedly, the divination had failed and even inflicted injuries on the divinator. He wondered whether this was a blessing or a curse.
