Zhang Yuanqing stared at the bloody glow for several seconds, and a revelation surfaced in his mind: the glow came from a blade. His cousin would face mortal danger soon, killed by a sharp weapon piercing a vital spot.
The source of the danger was unclear, but it was highly likely connected to the missing persons case. His heart sank, and he instantly lost his appetite. He was inexplicably glad that he had asked one more question and, on a whim, read his cousin's physiognomy.
If he had not taken that extra look, then perhaps—perhaps his cousin would have died young.
A wave of lingering fear washed over Zhang Yuanqing.
Now that he was a Star Official, he should make good use of this ability. From today onward, he would examine his family's physiognomy every day and keep track of their recent fortunes. He silently set this rule for himself.
Lost in thought, he idly picked through the chicken on his plate with his chopsticks and asked, "So when are you planning to move? When will you close the net?"
The moment he finished speaking, Grandfather rapped his chopsticks against him and frowned as he scolded, "Eat properly. How did I teach you your manners?"
Zhang Yuanqing silently withdrew his chopsticks and looked at Chen Yuanjun, waiting for his answer.
"We might close the net soon." Chen Yuanjun gave a vague reply. "This is classified operational information. Don't ask."
Zhang Yuanqing gave an "Oh," then secretly summoned Little Doubi and controlled him as he crawled toward his cousin.
Little Doubi nimbly grabbed onto his cousin's trouser leg and climbed all the way up his pants until he reached the top of his head. His two short, chubby legs wrapped around Chen Yuanjun's neck, while his tiny hands gripped his hair.