"Pfft—" Emmanuel Acme couldn't help but burst into laughter. What kind of Heavenly Book was this? The time of death now said "To Be Determined," and life or death hinged on a single thought.
Could this be no joke? Could the Heavenly Book really not calculate when the odd old Yin Yang would die?
The other Daoist lords couldn't help laughing either, while the face of the old Yin Yang kept changing, showing extreme worry. From eternal life now it had changed to "To Be Determined." Life and death hanging on a thought meant he could die at any moment.
"Could the Heavenly Book be wrong? Could the Heavenly Book be wrong? Could the Heavenly Book be wrong?" the odd Yin Yang asked the scoffing Daoist lords seriously, "Do you think the Heavenly Book could be wrong?" As he questioned them, the Daoist lords who had been laughing gradually fell silent, and their expressions turned ugly.
