Xuanqing Mountain, atop the cliff.
Looking around, there was endless misty clouds, ethereal like a fairyland.
Lou Xiangzhen, with his hands behind his back, looked at the disarray in front of him and remained silent.
"Is this the piece your junior disciple left behind?"
At that moment, a leisurely voice came from afar.
A Taoist slowly walked over.
If An Jing had been there, he would have recognized that the person in front of him was none other than the Luo-surnamed Taoist who had divined earlier in the Thousand Mechanism Palace.
Lou Xiangzhen nodded, saying nothing.
The Taoist nodded slightly and slowly said, "Strength is good, Root Bone is good, fortune is excellent, both land and people are favorable, but the timing is a bit difficult..."
Lou Xiangzhen squinted his eyes, "The providential time has already been occupied by Xiao Qianqiu and me."
"Hahahaha."
