The novice monk had just walked to the back and found his Master.
"Master, Martial Uncle Yuan Zhi must be in a daze again. There are three supreme lots in the divination container for marriage."
This was not something that had never happened before.
Sometimes, in order to earn more money for the incense oil, Yuan Zhi would remove some of the bad lots from the divination container and add more supreme lots.
Unless one was especially unlucky, they would basically not draw the bad lots.
Hearing the novice monk speak, a monk who was sleeping inside sat up. There were still sleeping marks on his face.
Turning his head, he saw an exceptionally handsome face. Even if he had no hair, it did not affect his elegant temperament.
The monk yawned. "Just pick it out."
"But a young benefactor accidentally shook it and shook out three supreme lots!"
The handsome monk was interested. "There's such a thing?"
