Gao Yuan hadn't seen the microexpression on Zhao Qiang's face, so he had assumed Lizhizi's calculations were utterly and unbelievably wrong.
Although the calculations were outrageously off, Zhao Qiang seemed very surprised at that moment. He exclaimed loudly, "Oh, it turns out... um, go on with the calculation."
Lizhizi picked up three copper coins, adopting the demeanor of an enlightened sage. He said, "One divination for each matter, one matter for each divination, elder brother, are the calculations accurate?"
Zhao Qiang neither nodded nor shook his head but, after thinking deeply for a long time, suddenly asked, "Please, Taoist Priest, divine another hexagram."
Lizhizi was somewhat reluctant, but he glanced at Zhao Qiang and then at Liu Muyang, who, despite wearing camouflage fatigues, was still surrounded by a group of officers in military uniforms, and decided to cast another hexagram.
"Divine what?"
"Let's predict the fortunes, whether this journey is auspicious or not."
