Chapter 366 - Yun Xuanji (2/2)

The kid frowned and counted on his fingers before bowing in apology, “Forgive me, but Clan Head is tending to an important guest these three days and cant receive you. You may come afterward. Let me make you a reservation.”

Zhuo Fan regarded the kid deeply and nodded inside.

[Yun clan sure is fair. So lofty yet hearing the people’s needs. Even their kid is polite. At the very least, it knows how to raise their clansmen.] If it were the Luo clan’s guards meeting some nobody wishing to see the great Steward Zhuo, he’d have been slapped silly rather than waste words.

Yun clan advocated virtue, a stark contrast from your common mystic.

“Ha-ha-ha, child, I won’t tease you any more. I have received an invitation. Here.” Pinching the cutie’s cheeks, Zhuo Fan laughed.

The kid lit up and bowed, “Oh, Best Steward Beneath Heavens, forgive me for not recognizing you, Sir Zhuo. Clan Head has long been expecting you.”

The kid led the way, with Zhuo Fan smiling behind.

They passed many water pavilions and stopped before a large structure. Looking up, Zhuo Fan found it to be a hundred meters tall, at the least.

“Here is the Parish’s observatory. Clan Head is currently tending to a guest. Please wait here while I inform him!” The child bowed again.

Zhuo Fan nodded and the child left.

Fifteen minutes later, Zhuo Fan’s eyes roamed all over the place, bored out of his mind, when he heard angry and rough shouts.

[Why are they so familiar?]

Going around the observatory and onward, he arrived at a house. The child from before was now kneeling in front with a lowered head.

[Did he wait here not wanting to disturb the Clan Head?]

“Sir Zhuo…” The child noticed him and cried out. Zhuo Fan only gestured for him to be silent. Then, to the child’s shock, he tiptoed over and peeked through the seams of the door.

He was dying to know who Yun Xuanji was seeing.

He got the shock of his life!

There were three people inside. One was a sitting grizzled old man with closed eyes and impeccable conduct. He was assumed to be High Priest Yun Xuanji.

As for the other two, Zhuo Fan was more than familiar with them, Huangpu Tianyuan and Leng Wuchang.

Huangpu Tianyuan was the one raving, “High Priest, your scrying has never failed so why is it this time that it is completely different?”

“Indeed. I can infer human minds, but not heaven’s will. Something I admire the High Priest for!” Leng Wuchang cupped his hands, “But this time, I am unable to readily accept the High Priest’s error. Twenty years ago you told us that the eldest young master is fit to rule, that it was a wonderful omen. But now…”

Yun Xuanji nodded and sighed, “Indeed, your eldest young master had the rare earth dragon disposition. He needed to pass three tribulations and his future would’ve been limitless!”

“What tribulations?” Huangpu Tianyuan spat.

Yun Xuanji not once opened his eyes, “These three were a part of heaven’s plan I dare not divulge. But since he had come to pass, it no longer applies. They are heaven’s will, father and son, and sin!”

“Which of them was Zhuo Fan?” Leng Wuchang asked.

Yun Xuanji shook his head, “Neither.”

“Then why say there were three? Aren’t they clearly four? It was even one that took his life!” Huangpu Tianyuan boomed.

Yun Xuanji was a bastion of tranquility in the face of a storm, “Heaven is ever changing, though some movements can be tracked. With a human having three thousands paths to choose from, his life can take a myriad of turns. But your dear son’s tragic loss is a true accident…” “

Pff!

Zhuo Fan was holding his mouth for his dear life. He was more and more sure this Yun Xuanji guy was a hustler through and through. [Who the hell would say an expert like Huangpu Qingtian’s death was an oopsie?]

Huangpu Tianyuan and Leng Wuchang twitched.

It was a first time hearing such a word from Yun Xuanji. He used to drone on about fate working in mysterious ways, some kind of elegant and convoluted explanation that had them all bow in admiration of the infallible truth it held.

But this time, he offered no such thing, writing it all off as an accident.

[Is he trying to give Parish a bad name…]