Feng Qi had thought Qin Shi Kong's fortune-telling was nothing more than a joke.
Ever since childhood, he had never heard of fortune-telling truly being able to deduce a person's future direction and fate.
But when Qin Shi Kong said he would die young, Feng Qi suddenly felt that Qin Shi Kong might actually possess such an ability.
At that moment, Qin Shi Kong raised the Bagua Disk and looked up at the starry sky as he began a second reading.
From time to time, he even turned to glance at Feng Qi.
After a series of incomprehensible operations, Qin Shi Kong's expression grew increasingly solemn.
When Qin Shi Kong finally stopped, Feng Qi immediately asked:
"What was the result of this reading?"
"The hexagram changed. I... perhaps I shouldn't say." Qin Shi Kong suddenly shook his head.
This old Daoist is messing with us. Beat him up!
The narrator snapped at that moment.
Feng Qi was equally puzzled. From Qin Shi Kong's expression, it was clear that he seemed to have seen something.
With that thought, Feng Qi looked at Qin Shi Kong again and said:
"No matter what the reading says, tell me. I can take it."
Upon hearing that, Qin Shi Kong suddenly burst into laughter.
"Kid, I was just joking with you. You really think I can tell fortunes? What era is this? You still believe in that stuff?"
Feng Qi: ...
At that moment, he truly felt the urge to hit Qin Shi Kong.
Yet for some reason, he always felt there was something hidden in Qin Shi Kong's words.
But since Qin Shi Kong was unwilling to elaborate, he did not press the matter further.
"Do you believe in fate?" Qin Shi Kong suddenly looked at him and asked.
"No!" Feng Qi answered without