"Hmm? You've met that lad Qingzhuo?"
Hearing Yunxi's words, Feng Fen was instantly led astray and asked instinctively.
Yunxi raised her wine cup, took a sip, and said with a smile:
"Didn't Fellow Feng Fen cast a divination for your beloved disciple and tell him to wait in Qianling City for a benefactor?"
Feng Fen's eyes widened, and he blurted out:
"Qingzhuo came looking for you?"
Yunxi set down her wine cup and replied with amusement:
"What else could it be?"
One hand stroking the black compass jade pendant at his waist, Feng Fen began calculating rapidly with the other. Before long, blood seeped from the corner of his lips, and his face turned deathly pale.
Yunxi shook her head helplessly and said to Feng Fen:
"Open your mouth!"
Feng Fen obediently opened his mouth, and Yunxi flicked a medicinal pill into it.
The pill melted as soon as it entered his mouth. Its gentle wood-element power immediately soothed Feng Fen's internal organs, which had been twisted by the backlash.
"Hah!"
Feng Fen let out a long breath before cupping his hands toward Yunxi in thanks.
"Thank you, True Lord Ranxi. I was too rash."
Yunxi merely shook her head indifferently.
"You people of Tianyun Sect always enjoy calculating the fates of others. Why have you never calculated the fate of your own sect?"
Feng Fen said with a bitter smile:
"They say healers cannot heal themselves. Tianyun Sect is the same—we can calculate others, but not ourselves.
"Besides, Tianyun Sect has always been a chess piece of the Heavenly Dao, already within the fate chart. If we could have calculated it, we would not have reached this point today."
Yunxi said calmly:
"Then don't calculate it. Rather than hand your fate over to heaven, it is better to seize