Everyone's eyes were fixed on Gui Wuyan, brimming with anticipation.
"Quick, calculate that fellow's whereabouts!" Zhang Wanzhi urged.
Gui Wuyan gave a slight nod, moved his fingers through hand seals, and began making deductions.
Li Xiuchang kept his eyes on Senior Brother Gui's black hair. The moment any of it turned white, it would mean he had calculated the result.
But after a short while, Senior Brother Gui stopped making deductions and pulled a tortoiseshell from his person.
Flames sprang from his hand and scorched the tortoiseshell.
For minor matters, one used yarrow stalks; for major matters, one used divination by fire.
"Divination by yarrow stalks" referred to using yarrow stalks to deduce one's fate, while "divination by fire" referred to observing the will of Heaven by scorching tortoiseshells and beast bones.
With Gui Wuyan's attainments in Divination Arts, he had long since stopped being bound by formalities. A few fingers were enough for him to deduce the fate of all living beings. Yet he had deliberately taken out a tortoiseshell this time, showing just how difficult this divination was.
That Lou Yu—if he were merely an ordinary cultivator at the Mahayana Stage, he would never have made Gui Wuyan struggle.
Clearly, he was hiding no small number of secrets, and those secrets involved matters of great consequence.
The tortoiseshell crackled beneath the flames and finally split apart!
Gui Wuyan studied the cracks. Both his hands moved in succession, his fingers pinching through signs so quickly that they could no longer be seen clearly, leaving behind only a string of afterimages.
This time, Li Xiuchang and the others clearly saw the black hair atop Gui Wuyan's head turning white!
In the blink of an eye, around twenty strands of black hair had turned white.
That meant he had expended roughly