“Elder Luke, there are reports that your Six-Fingered Tribe has been plagued by misfortunes,” Lu Yin commented. 

Luke Shamus replied with a pained expression, “Your Highness must find it rather amusing. For some unknown reason, every 10,000 years, my Six-Fingered Tribe will experience a sharp drop in our population due to a disaster. Fortunately, we have always been able to persevere and survive through them.” 

“Do you know the reason?” Lu Yin was curious. 

Luke Shamus shook his head. “I don’t know. More than 10,000 years ago, the clan spent a huge sum and requested that the Starsibyl Sect’s Master divine an answer. However, the price that we paid was not enough.” 

“The Starsibyl Sect? You guys have that much faith in them?” Lu Yin was curious. 

Luke Shamus felt that this question was rather strange. “Does Your Highness not believe in their abilities? The Starsibyl Sect has the ability to divine the past and future, and this is something that is universally acknowledged.” 

“Perhaps,” Lu Yin ambiguously replied, as he recalled how the Starsibyl Sect had divinated that the Sea King had been the one who had stolen the pyrolyte from everyone.

Some matters were unexplainable, and the Starsibyl Sect was indeed very mysterious. 

“Your Highness, we’ve arrived,” Luke Shamus respectfully informed Lu Yin as they came to a specific location underground....