Wilson Hotel.
Presidential Suite.
"You two little lazy pigs, the sun is already shining on your behinds, why not get up quickly for breakfast." After saying that, Brother Tian waved his hand, gently patting the two ladies.
An unusual sensation ca, making Brother Tian’s heart ripple, no wonder the ancients often said won are pits, heroes’ graves.
This saying is not without reason.
"Brother Ye Tian, carry ."
Yu Yueyue was the first to get up, rubbing her sleepy eyes, speaking as if in a dream.
"I want it too."
Mu Yurou opened her jade arms, acting coy.
"One at a ti."
Ye Tian rubbed his forehead, but after all, they are his won, he has to pamper them forever.
Then the two won, like sloth bears, were carried by Brother Tian one by one to the sink, of course, a passionate kiss was inevitable.
Soon, the three of them were sitting at the table.
"Brother Ye Tian, this porridge is delicious."
Yu Yueyue held a bun in one hand and porridge in the other, her eyes narrowing into crescents, her lips full of grease.
Mu Yurou, on the other hand, was much more elegant.
Ye Tian took a sip of soy milk, his gaze falling outside the window, still pondering why the Blood Demon and the Death Spirit Clan would appear on Earth, this Low Martial Plane.
"Honey, what are you thinking about?"
Mu Yurou asked curiously seeing his expression.
"Nothing, having breakfast." Ye Tian shook his head, smilingly said, am I overthinking?
Maybe it’s better to take things step by step.
"Hehe~~ If there’s sothing even Brother Ye Tian doesn’t know, you could ask the Prophet!" Yu Yueyue teased.
However, a gleam flashed in Brother Tian’s eyes.
Prophet?
Why didn’t I think of it!
Ye Tian picked up a big bun from the table, eating a few.
Two hours later, Ye Tian left Wilson Hotel under the pretext of eting Catherine for business.
Yu Yueyue and Mu Yurou agreed to visit Oxford University together, to feel the air of a prestigious school.
...
After leaving Wilson Hotel, Ye Tian headed straight to the outskirts of New York to find a person.
An old man nad Prophet.
This man, reputedly the most knowledgeable in the world, asking him could potentially yield considerable gains.
Ye Tian arrived at a mysterious manor, walking straight in.
"I am Ye Tian, I want to see the Prophet old man."
As soon as Brother Tian entered the manor’s interior, he did not move, instead standing still and shouting loudly.
"Swish!"
A few seconds passed and a flash of white light appeared before Ye Tian.
A middle-aged man in clerical clothing.
"Charlie, it’s been a few years."
Ye Tian said with a smile, he knew this person, who had served the Prophet since childhood, nearly forty years.
"Ye Tian... Sir, why have you co?" Charlie asked respectfully upon seeing Brother Tian.
He heard his master say this man is the strongest and most mysterious in the world, second to none.
Such a Supre Strong person, he wouldn’t dare offend.
"I want to et the Prophet old man." Ye Tian said.
"Uh... The Prophet is currently ditating in the ditation Institute, might not be able to..." Charlie replied.
"Bring him to et ."
Before hed finished talking, a hoarse deep voice sounded by his ear.
Charlie’s face slightly changed, imdiately said to Fang Yu: "Mr. Ye, the master can et you, please follow ."
After saying this, Charlie turned his head, lightly tapped forward with the Magic Wand.
"Zoom!"
A bright light appeared, a teleportation portal erged.
Charlie gestured for Ye Tian to walk in.
Ye Tian walked straight forward, soon stepped through the teleportation portal.
"Master is alone inside the ditation Institute, Mr. Ye just walk inside and you can see him," Charlie’s voice reached Brother Tian’s ears.
Ye Tian passed through the teleportation portal, arriving before an old building. In front was a large door, inside a simple hall.
The surroundings were very quiet, not a sound could be heard. The building in front was presumably the so-called ditation Institute.
Ye Tian did not hesitate, walked straight in.
Inside the hall, Ye Tian saw many cushions on the floor.
At the very front, a figure in a Magic Robe kneeled on the cushion, back facing Brother Tian.
Ye Tian stepped forward, looking at the person’s face.
It was the Prophet.
At this mont, the Prophet’s palms were joined, eyes tightly shut, seeming as if in prayer.
Ye Tian didn’t want to disturb him, he sat down on a cushion beside.
Looking forward, a gray wall ca into view, and upon closer inspection, hints of a mural could be seen on it.
The mural’s colors were very faint, but using light and angle, it could be seen as a figure with six pairs of wings and sothing resembling a missile.
For so reason, staring at this mural, the clearer it beca.
Soon, the mural’s full image inexplicably entered Brother Tian’s mind.
A crown-wearing being with six pairs of wings like an angel.
It resembled the angel Brother Tian encountered years ago, but with more wings.
"What is this?" Ye Tian wondered within.
"What did you see?" At this mont, the Prophet’s voice rang beside Brother Tian’s ear.
Ye Tian’s perception returned to reality.
He looked at the Prophet beside him, who had opened his eyes, staring at him.
"This piece of wall is called the Wall of Prophecy." The Prophet said, "Everyone who looks at it sees different things."
Hearing these words, Ye Tian frowned slightly, asked: "What is it prophesying? Good things or bad?"
"Anything is possible."
The Prophet replied, "If you see a beautiful girl, maybe you’ll have a romance later. If you see monsters... it might an danger you will face. If it’s treasure, it suggests you soon have a chance to get it."
"Is this wall that powerful?" Ye Tian raised an eyebrow, asked.
"Not completely, many people see nothing but a blank wall." The Prophet smiled.
"I see... I just saw a strange being with six pairs of wings and a crown, how should that be interpreted?" Ye Tian asked.
"... What?" The Prophet’s face changed, gazed at Ye Tian with shock.
"Just as I said, I saw sothing for sure." Ye Tian said. "Six pairs of wings, a crown?"
The Prophet’s eyes widened, asked: "Yes."
Ye Tian nodded.
"This, could it be the Twelve-winged Angel from the All Gods Temple!?" The Prophet stood up, speaking with astonishnt.
"What are you talking about? I’ve never heard of it." Ye Tian replied.
"This..."
The Prophet paced front a few steps, turned back, looking at Ye Tian, asked: "Mr. Ye, have you been dealing with an organization called Angel recently?"
"Yes, called Angel Holy Hall."
Ye Tian replied.
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