"Senior White, didn't you say you weren't very good at divination?" Song Shuhang asked.
"Not being very good doesn't mean I can't do it," Senior White's Clone said calmly. "Besides, I have my own unique method."
"I have a set of divination sticks. I'll go get them. Please wait a moment, Fellow Daoist White," True Lord Eternal Fire said.
As he recalled, a friend of his grandmaster had left this set of divination sticks at the Confucian School during a visit long ago.
Afterward, the sticks had passed from one person to another until they ended up in his hands.
True Lord Eternal Fire hurried back to his private courtyard, found the silver divination sticks in his treasury, and hurried back again—he was afraid that if he took too long, Fellow Daoist White and the others would lose patience and come looking for the sticks themselves. Then they would see his messy private courtyard, and his reputation would be ruined.
After rushing back, he handed the silver divination sticks to White's clone.
These were the sort of divination sticks fortune-tellers commonly used. Most fortune-tellers used bamboo or wooden sticks, however, while these were cast from silver.
Silver was fairly valuable, but only in mundane currency, not spirit stones.
Song Shuhang and the others gathered around, eager to see what was special about Senior White's unique divination method.
Senior White's Clone calmly grasped the bundle of sticks and muttered under his breath.
If they listened closely, they could hear him repeating, "Divine the marriage of Zhou Li and Ouyang Yuan."
After repeating this several times, Senior White tightened his grip on all the sticks.
He held them out.
"Should I draw one?" Song Shuhang asked.
"No need. Wait for a stick to jump out by itself," Senior White's Clone said.
Song