He waved his hands, and three coins and a turtle shell fell from the cuffs of his sleeves.
He placed the turtle shell on the ground and set the three coins in three different directions.
Immediately afterward, he sat cross-legged, with wisps of misty aura spreading out around him.
The three coins began to spin continuously.
And during this rotation, the coins, which were originally brand new, started to change as if they had aged countless years, turning into three ancient coins.
When these three ancient coins spun to a certain critical point, there was a loud "bang," and they shattered completely.
And the turtle shell in the middle also developed a series of cracks.
The young man in white spat out a mouthful of blood. The blood was as bright red as a blooming rose, looking more like a purplish-red color.
Specks of blood appeared on his white garment as he looked up at Xu Zimei and inquired, "Who exactly are you?"
"Aren't you skilled at divination?" Xu Zimei asked.
