Inside the Café, Adam swirled the glass of cola in his hand, its frequency and arc exactly matching the pendulum in Klein's hand.
That was right. Adam was currently the one moving Klein's pendulum.
Given the gap between them, and given Adam's current composition, Klein's divination of him was no longer simply a matter of whether he could obtain an accurate result.
To be reasonable, even Adam himself was not entirely sure which mechanism within him such spiritual probing might trigger.
So, to be safe, Adam decided to directly block the connection for the divination and give Klein the answer himself.
Rest assured, it was genuine!
On the other end, Klein pinched the bridge of his nose.
On one hand, the divination had consumed too much spirituality, giving him a headache. On the other hand, he was literally feeling a headache.
The result of the divination had truly been far too unexpected. The manager who had controlled him into buying exorbitantly priced coffee twice actually bore him goodwill?
What kind of goodwill was that?
Goodwill toward a leek?
However, pendulum divination results were generally rather straightforward. It was unlikely to involve that sort of wordplay, so it should have literally meant that the man bore him goodwill.
At that thought, Klein's mouth twitched.
"Wait a moment. A suspected High Sequence who bears me goodwill, yet controlled me into buying absurdly expensive coffee twice... Why does this setup and direction feel strangely familiar?"
"Could he... just be messing with me for fun?"
Basically every martial arts or cultivation story had this sort of senior: someone who refused to act their age and relied on profound cultivation to deceive and ambush a young protagonist.
Klein thought for several seconds, then used his dwindling spirituality to maintain one final divination. The moment he