Ling Yu followed the masked girl to the stilt building. The building was built in unknown years, but it was as solid as a rock, and the wooden boards under her feet were also clean and bright.

A masked maid stood in the corridor more than ten meters away. She was all dressed in white. Except for her height, shortness, fatness and thinness, she couldn't tell who was who.

There was a smell of medicine and some unknown odor in the corridor, which made Ling Yu feel that the air was dirty.

When we reached the end, there was a door. Two masked girls stood outside the door. When they saw them, they bent down to salute together.

"Miss Feng!"

The masked girl who brought Ling Yu in had a slight jaw on her head, and the two masked girls opened the door.

Miss Feng took the lead and walked in, and Ling Yu followed her in.

The room is very large and has a very strange layout. There are many ancient yellow banners hanging from the beams of the roof, and many things are written in strange words.

There is a round table in front of it, and a woman in white dress sits cross-legged in the middle of the table.

Although I saw women in white all the way, white clothes were different from white clothes. The white clothes in front of me were more soft and comfortable than Miss Feng and others.

The woman is in her thirties, with a dignified and beautiful face, delicate and delicate facial features, pink skin as greasy as snow, and her icy skin and jade bones. Her whole temperament is out of the world.

"Master, Xing Yu brings it!"

Miss Feng said softly.

"You go out first!"

The woman has a slight jaw.

Miss Feng looked at Ling Yu and stepped out.

Ling Yu just glanced at the woman when he saw that there was no Long Peipei or Ye Rong in the room, so he looked at the woman suspiciously.

Miss Feng said that the saint summoned her, was this woman the head of the saint clan?

"Come here and sit!"

The saint waved to Ling Yu kindly.

Ling Yu walked onto the stage, and the saint pushed the futon next to him. Ling Yu sat cross-legged on the futon like a saint.

"Can you give me your hand?"

The saint smiled and stretched out his hand to Ling Yu.

Ling Yu didn't know what the saint was going to do, so hesitated to stretch out his hand.

The saint held Ling Yu's hand and looked at Ling Yu's palm lines.

Ling Yu frowned slightly. Is the saint showing her palmaring?

She looked at the saint's expression, what could the saint see?

"Your lifeline broke in the arc of Venus, and another lifeline was derived. It is rare for people with double lifelines, but such people are more likely to get help from noble people!"

When Ling Yu heard her words, his heart beat up. He actually had two lifelines?

Did the Saint refer to her dreams that were as strange as night faces?

That was my past life?

"There are very few people in this world who have double lifelines, but you still have a lifeline! On the inside of the two lifelines, it's just not yet formed!"

A trace of pity flashed in the saint's bright eyes: "Girl, you still have a great disaster!"

"If you can survive this great disaster safely, you will be smooth in the future. Is the best of you going to be successful?"

"On the contrary, you will be wiped out and you will never have the chance to be reincarnated again!"

Ling Yu never took these palm fortune-telling techniques seriously. He smiled and said, "Is the Saint Master summoned me to tell me fortune?"

The saint shook his head: "It's not just for this!"

"Ling Yu...I should call you Long Yu. Do you believe it or not? As early as a hundred years ago, my ancestors had calculated that the fate of our Saint Clan would be tied to you?"

Ling Yu had thought that his identity was only a great master. King Ming and others guessed that this saint, who was in the deep mountains, even told him that he had a breaking out his identity.
Chapter completed!