"It's true."

Another of the soup drinkers, Fatty Chen, also kept nodding.

"Maybe, Venerable Ri also has this idea..."

“…”

Xiao Chen pulled the corner of his mouth, are you serious?

"It's very likely."

Xiao Yi looked at Old Demon Zhao, then looked at Fatty Chen, and said slowly.

"No, Lao Xiao, do you believe this thing too?"

Xiao Chen was speechless.

"Of course, God's Chosen Son, this is what the old fortune teller said."

Xiao Yi nodded.
Chapter completed!