The moment of foresight was fleeting, like a sudden flash of lightning.
The clarity that had come to Jeong Yeon-sin vanished just as abruptly as it had appeared.
The images that had brushed against his mind scattered like dust into the air. 'What was that?' Jeong Yeon-sin quickly regained his composure.
The spirit of the Baihui point that had whispered about divine powers slipped from his mind.
However, that was not what mattered at the moment.
The figure of Ma Gwang-ik he had seen earlier was the real issue.
He could not tell if it was the present or the future. 'It's hard to distinguish.' The powers of the Sangdanjeon had always been like this.
Transcendent sensations like foresight or wide-ranging observation never came at the desired time or in the desired form.
They often showed useless things, as if the heavens were toying with the boy.
Suddenly, his body swayed slightly.
The lingering sensation beneath his crown felt like the pain of a burn.
It was growing stronger with the passage of time.
Was the power of Sangdanjeon increasing? That meant death was drawing closer.
It struck him anew that only about three years remained. 'I know.' He repeated it in his mind.
It felt as if his head was drying up rapidly.