Ning Zhuo immediately shook his head, transmitting his voice to Liu Er: "Reporting to the Great General, I have fortunately accomplished my mission without disgrace, the divination was successful, and resulted in an Omen Poem."
"The content of the poem is startling and breathtaking, so I dared not rest for even a moment, and rushed back immediately to inform the General."
"The Omen Poem is—"
"Horse hooves trample down flowers,"
"Wind rises and shadows sink into the sand."
"Who can retain the moon's brightness,"
"Who else shall bury the smoke and rosy clouds?"
Upon hearing this, Liu Er instantly frowned, pondering for a moment before looking at Ning Zhuo, conveying through Divine Sense: "Military Advisor, how do you interpret this poem?"
Ning Zhuo shook his head with a bitter smile: "I, too, cannot fully understand it, but just by looking at this poem, I feel that there are crises lurking everywhere in the future."
