Ling Mozi had shed his typically mysterious and aloof demeanor. Now, he sat cross-legged, imitating Rong Qi's casual posture, a stark contrast to his previous enigmatic air.
Rong Qi looked at him incredulously. "You do realize you're Master Zenith now, right? Aren't you worried about losing face if any of your disciples see you acting like this? Your temple's reputation could suffer."
Ling Mozi sipped his tea and shrugged. "Why worry? You're here, ain't ya? Loneliness is what scares me the most. It's been years since we last met, young lady. How 'bout I read your fortune?"
Gone was the solemnity of a temple master; he was far more playful now.
"Why not? Let's see how accurate you can be," Rong Qi snickered.
"Hmph, doubting me, are you? Give me your hand; let's take a look," Ling Mozi beckoned.
