"Your mother had been bedridden for a long time. Her days were numbered, and it would happen within the next few days."
Divination was a very wondrous thing.
High-level cultivators could use it to casually peer into the fates of low-level cultivators. They could even glimpse fragments of the destiny of cultivators at the same level.
Song Chengan was not a Daoist master who specialized in the I Ching and Eight Trigrams, but with the Void Heaven Mirror helping him comprehend the Divination Art, his cultivation in the path of divination could now be considered a beginner's.
Nothing else needed to be said.
Calculating the life and death of an ordinary person was as easy as turning over one's hand.
Thus, after obtaining the birth characters from the child, he quickly calculated the fate of the child's mother.
Her days were numbered.
Within the next few days.
Yet strangely, judging from the hexagram.
The child's mother would not die of illness.
She would be killed by a ghost.
Strange.
Killed by a ghost.
Yet there was no precise time of death.
Only that it would happen within roughly five days.
How utterly bizarre.
"Thank you."
The child silently slung the medicine basket from the ground onto his back.
He seemed to have already expected this result.
Seeing him like that, Song Chengan could not bear it.
"This is also my first time telling fortunes. Perhaps my calculation was inaccurate."
"Why not find another fortune-teller and have them calculate it too?"
he said.
"Thank you."
The child thanked him once again, then left.
Until nightfall, Song Chengan did not receive a second customer.
Meanwhile, the old Daoist beside him took in silver until his hands went numb.
"Young man, knowing how to tell fortunes is not enough."
"You also need the