The fortuneteller Yu Xiu glanced at Qi Yuan, his face bearing an inscrutable expression.
"This young brother speaks in strange ways, but... whatever you ask of me today... I shall fulfill," said the fortuneteller faintly.
After all, this was his method of dealing with the curse.
The fortuneteller Yu Xiu silently mused to himself.
Only by employing these tools and coming here to have one's fortune told could the curse be somewhat undone.
These tools were for single use only.
One could say that anything in the world could be divined.
"Place your hand on the bronze plate, and I shall know the answer," said the fortuneteller softly.
"Okay." Qi Yuan placed his hand on the bronze plate.
Northern Crane Han Xianyun wore a peculiar look on his face at the sight of these two strange individuals before him.
Not to mention the fortuneteller, who was somewhat mystical and mysterious.
