Han Shanshan looked utterly bewildered. Then she sized up Dongfang Fu from head to toe before cackling. "Hey, that hairstyle and beard are so cool! You look just like someone from one of those non-mainstream wuxia TV dramas! Qian, look at how realistic this heavy makeup is, and that hair and beard!"
"Sister Shanshan! They're real! It's not makeup! He's not acting! He might be a blood relative from three lifetimes ago! Aren't you afraid of making your ancestor resent you?" Zhao Qian was very displeased by her teasing.
Han Shanshan smacked her lips twice and said, "Fine. I'll shut up. Tell me what to do already. Oh, right, how about I paint my face and style my hair like this too? What do you think? I bet it'd look incredibly cool—an ultra-glamorous ethnic style! Wahaha..."
"Could you be serious for once? I'm saying, your imagination has already run all the way to the Ancient God Realm. That's enough." I waved my hand, looking at her with disdain.
Han Shanshan glared at me. "Yitian, you've been looking down on me all day. I'm getting angry. And when I get angry, things get serious!"
"Don't. I'm only looking down on you a little. What would happen if I really looked down on you?" I joked. Han Shanshan pursed her lips and said, "Then I'll act cute. I know you like that, don't you..."
"You..." I pinched the bridge of my nose, but Han Shanshan burst out laughing. Zhao Qian wore an expression of speechlessness, though she had managed to obtain her meridian map. She then used Dongfang Fu's meridians to verify where exactly the two had intersected.
Fortune-telling was Zhao Qian's greatest specialty. If she could even get this wrong, she might as well quit.
"How is it?" Dongfang Fu waited