One day, after finishing her cultivation, she returned to the Yang Residence.
As she passed through the courtyard, she inadvertently noticed that more than a dozen guards, maids, and servants in the Yang Residence seemed different from before. The feeling was very strange; she had discovered the anomaly through her ability to read fates.
Everyone had their own fate pattern and destiny—some bitter, some wealthy and noble—and one could also roughly see how much of their lifespan remained.
When Bai Yujun had seen these people before, she could clearly see their fate patterns. Some would live long lives, while others would die young. Yet all of a sudden, these people had lost their fate patterns. It was very strange. Her sense of smell told her they had not been replaced, nor had Ghost Cultivators used vicious ghosts to forcibly control their bodies. They were still the same people, yet their fate patterns had become blurred.
She rubbed her forehead, always feeling that something was wrong.
"You dancers! You are to perform for all the honored guests tonight, so why are you not rehearsing? Did we spend money hiring you just so you could loiter around?" the steward with an eight-character mustache barked arrogantly.
"Going, going. Don't get angry. Don't you go and die of rage now~"
Bai Yujun activated her venomous tongue mode. This steward strutted about like he owned the heavens every day and was exceptionally cruel to the maids and servants. Previously, he had docked the dancers a meal over one tiny mistake, leaving those girls so hungry their faces looked awful. Since she could scold him, of course she would not miss the chance. It would be best if he vomited blood and died. Clearly, good people did not live long, while scourges lingered for a thousand