Zhou Li, lying on the ground with Tang Wan, hugged back to back, her tears of humiliation streaming down, went unnoticed. The Daoist heaved a sigh, a touch of helplessness in his tone as he spoke to Xu Xuan, seated at a nearby stone table:
"Xu Xuan, how many lines can you see now?"
"Can't you do the divination yourself?"
Xu Xuan half-heartedly glanced up, snorting and turning her head away.
"The preparations needed for Little Dao to open a session for divination are far too numerous and draining. How can that compare to Xuan'er's ability to perceive the Fate Lines?"
The Daoist did not seem the least bit offended; instead, he smiled gently, reaching out to softly pat the head of the black cat. Hei Mao (Black Cat) squinted her eyes and a sly pleasure appeared on her face, but she did not show it, instead huffing proudly:
"Of course. Don't you know who I am? I am none other than Xiang Rui."
"Alright, alright, so did the esteemed Xiang Rui see anything?"
