Wen Shulin did not talk nonsense either. He got back on his feet and measured the distance between him and Chang Li's face with his hands. He then scrutinized her gaze and his face slowly filled with concentration. Finally, he scribbled some equations on the ground and muttered to himself for some time. After a long while, he heaved a sigh and confidently said, "Pickle jar!"
Unexpectedly, Chang Li glared at him, "You have to do a telling for even this!? Everyone under the heavens knows that! Foretell something that only I know!"
