Zhan Yun was overjoyed because performing fortune-telling for ordinary people with Xingxiu Tower didn't really consume much power.
Moreover, ordinary people couldn't hide their fates from Xingxiu Tower, which found observing their pasts as simple as watching television.
With just a thought from Zhan Yun, the information provided by Xingxiu Tower almost exploded, even detecting that this person had peeked at his teacher's underwear in the third grade.
All right, a bit of overkill there. Zhan Yun was somewhat annoyed at this point, there was too much information, and he needed to prioritize, otherwise, he couldn't finish writing in a day.
Ten minutes passed...
Baili Jun's pace had slowed down considerably, he had already written more than a dozen pieces of information, and gradually, he felt more and more strained, the messages transmitted to him by the great immortal were becoming fuzzier.
