The woman in white turned a deaf ear to the man's words. She only threw the three copper coins to the ground again and again.
She kept repeating the motion, as if she would never get tired of it.
The middle-aged man was not surprised by her attitude. After all, this was the scene he saw every time he came here for the past six years.
The difference was that this time, he did not leave directly like usual. Instead, he walked in front of the woman.
Looking at the woman's hideous face covered in scars, he sighed and said, "It's been six years, Ji Luo. You're still so stubborn."
Ji Luo's hands stopped for a moment, but she quickly continued.
"Do you still remember the last divination you made 18 years ago? When the Purple Star shows up, the True Dragon will appear."
