A Way

Hearing Li Huowang's words, quite a few people present frowned.

The Qingqiu Khan beside him opened his mouth to say something, but Gao Zhijian stopped him.

"Senior Brother Li, casting divinations before battle has always been tradition. Besides, this Half Immortal Fusu comes from a renowned lineage, and no one can match him in the art of divination."

"Though he cannot help us deal with the Dharma Sect, knowing fortune and misfortune beforehand will ultimately benefit us."

"Heh." Li Huowang turned around and walked up to the old blind man.

"You can tell fortunes? You can even divine fortune and misfortune? Then let me ask you—which Siming do you worship, and whose power do you borrow?"

Xuan Yuan Fusu, who had been utterly respectful before Gao Zhijian, wore a completely different expression upon hearing Li Huowang's question. He raised his aged face.

"We fortune-tellers believe not in Siming and borrow no external power. All things have causes and effects; even Siming are no exception. What I calculate with these eight lines is Heaven's mandate, and what I seek is the karma between Siming."

"So you can rely on yourself—on an old man like you with one foot already in the grave—to see a fate that shifts every moment? You're more capable than the Siming?"

Having already seen far too much, Li Huowang's heart was filled with distrust at that moment.

"You too are a man of the mystic arts. Why do you not believe in fate? What is a Siming? As the name implies, one who governs destiny. Siming themselves also have destinies; every peck and every sip has its ordained number. Am I right, Li Huowang?"

Hearing the other man call his name outright, Li Huowang's pupils shrank. But he quickly composed himself.

"You're calculating my fate, are you?