A rare magical miracle in the world

"Wait?"

The Ghost Princess couldn't help but ask, "Is he really that amazing?"

The sheepskin scroll from over a decade ago contained such terrifying wisdom. How had he calculated this?

This person... could he truly possess the gift of precognition?

"Amazing my ass!"

"Saros's tricks are all about confusing people into thinking he's profound!"

Unlike the Lu Wei Family, Old Luwei knew his uncle too well, "He just knows we're dumb and tells us not to mess around."

What does wait mean?

Uncle: Don't mess things up, just watch my performance.

Grandpa Luwei: The damage isn't severe, but the insult is extreme. Enjoy more content from empire

After all, it was a plan from over ten years ago. How could the uncle possibly have foreseen this very moment?

Indeed, the only thing the uncle could do was to give Grandpa Luwei and the others the best arrangement possible.

"This..."

The Lu Wei Family was instantly bewildered, "Are we being looked down upon?"

"Sigh~"

Old Luwei sighed and then, in front of the children, sprinkled some liquid medicine onto the sheepskin scroll that had [wait] written on it.

Soon, the writing changed, shockingly revealing — [Yes, it's because I look down on you.]

What the hell!!!

The Ghost Princess clenched her fists, Yellow Spring gritted her teeth angrily, Asura clenched his fists secretly, Rakshasa and Yaksha exchanged glances, both reading dissatisfaction and frustration in each other's eyes.

"That's Saros's favorite kind of mockery."

Grandpa Luwei shouted, "You see, he's about to send troops, prepare early."

These words were meant for General Winter. Old Luwei had never thought about hiding it, as he couldn't possibly deceive a Child of Miracle.

If that was the case, it was better to be straightforward.

Uncle truly hadn't foreseen Bailuo turning out to be so excellent. His plan had long been disrupted, but there was one thing the uncle had indeed predicted.

General Winter, Lixue Shanxianzhai.

Even after so many years, the opponent Yatun had to face was still him.

And as long as it was him, things would be much easier...

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"Caw!"

Azure-colored seawater washed the beach, burying small clams under the sand and mud.

Countless seabirds flew in from afar, congregating on this stretch of beach in large swaths of white, searching for tasty treats hidden in the mud to the sound of the Tidal waves, ringing out with their joyful cries.

This was a peaceful sea island located southwest of the Ancient City Xilu'en, populated by a fishing village of a few hundred people.

The fisherfolk on the island toiled daily, yet still lived in hardship.

It wasn't for lack of effort, but rather because reality was too cruel.

"Whoosh."

Fishing boats hauled in their catch, dumping large quantities of fish onto the deck.

It was a small fishing boat, about three meters long and one meter wide, big enough for just a few people.

"Such a catch in early spring suggests we might have a bountiful year."

Father and daughter, generations of fishermen, traced their lineage back to their grandfather's grandfather. In the sixty years since then, these waters were like their own backyard.

They knew exactly where the fish were and where to cast their nets at what times.

"It's a Di Fish! Dad, a huge Di Fish!"

The Di Fish was a species unknown in Bailuo's past life. It resembled a snapper but was much larger, which also meant it was expensive and destined to be a delicacy only on the tables of the Upper Tier.

"Dad, we caught so many this time."

Iotina was naturally vivacious and active, helping with housework from a young age. With her mother having died early and her father out at sea fishing, the girl always took care of the household, waiting for her father's return.

"Yes, if only they were all ours."

Iotina had heard her father express this sentiment before.

But life must go on, and it was time to let go of those grievances.

"Let's go, we're heading back to the village."

Sailing the boat, Iotina's father was skilled at handling the sails. Having followed his own father out to sea from the age of nine, he had navigated these waters for over thirty years. His expertise was unquestionable.

"Tina, sing me a song."

"Sure Dad," Iotina replied with a smile, "What would you like to hear?"

Iotina was a girl blessed by the heavens; her voice was like a celestial melody. Even when she wasn't singing, merely speaking to you could leave you spellbound.

Whenever there was a celebration in the fishing village, Iotina would perform on stage.

They called her the Songstress of the Sea, like the mythical sirens that could captivate sailors.

Of course, that wasn't a negative term but rather a compliment.

In truth, the entire village adored Iotina, treasuring her as the village jewel.

Not just for her singing but also for her pure, beautiful, and kind soul.

In the early years, whenever a storm brewed over the sea and the fishermen were out catching fish, their families would silently pray, hoping for the safe return of their fathers, brothers, and children.

At such times, Iotina would stand on the shore, facing the wind and rain, singing an auspicious song without concern for her own safety.

This song seemed to carry an invisible power, guiding lost fishermen back home.

'It was such a huge storm, but we made it through.'

'I thought I heard someone singing.'

'The voice was soft, but not even the roaring thunder could drown out its beauty.'

She was the siren of the fishing village, the sea's Songstress, and their dearest treasure — Iotina.