Baiyin sneered, playing with Su He's dragon horns, "Little clan brother, how terrifying. Has your knowledge of cultivation become so scarce?"
"Let me teach you a lesson. The symbols embedded in your inheritance may seem like they were left by my reincarnation, but they are actually yours."
Inheritance—merely confined within the Heritage Tao Palace—belonged to Su He all along!
"If it's yours, isn't it natural to divine your fate?"
Not divining oneself is the mark of a mediocrity. Any true practitioner of divination skills knows their own fortune and misfortune. Whether one can divine their own fate is, to some extent, a measure of a diviner's ability.
Divining one's own fate is not about looking for wheel tracks on the ground, but holding the reins and knowing where the next step will take you.
Su He blinked, not understanding.
His understanding of divination was not completely nil; he knew the basics, but he had never successfully predicted anything!
