She had already settled onto the soft sofa.
Su Ziteng held her pen, staring at the notebook that already contained a few words, still somewhat bewildered.
In the past, if someone had told her that just a few words could reveal the troubles and fortunes a person might encounter, she would've surely deemed it utter nonsense.
After all, unlike those complete skeptics, they had witnessed the awe and mystery of Feng Shui Metaphysics. Although it always seemed miraculous, it was not omniscient and omnipotent as some charlatans claimed.
Regarding the art of prediction, speaking intermittently and guessing at best was the norm.
Su Ziteng couldn't make sense of it in her mind and decided to stop pondering it altogether.
