Sorting Out the Threads

"Th-this, Your Excellency Archbishop's fate, you, this..." Xingjue Zi stammered at System for half a minute without managing to squeeze out a single complete sentence.

If System had not possessed the power to sense emotions and known that Xingjue Zi truly could not calculate it, he would have assumed Xingjue Zi was deliberately concealing the fact that he would go bald in the future.

System gently shook his head, not too angry. After all, he had never placed much hope in Xingjue Zi, this fortune-telling expert. He had only come to give it a try.

"Honestly, if you can't calculate it, just say so. I'm not going to eat you. Why are you so scared? You both came from the cultivation world. That Zhao Chuanliu's realm is far lower than yours, yet he has far more backbone." After saying that, System brewed two cups of tea. "Speaking of tea brewing, I remember people like you fortune-tellers are usually good at these refined little affectations. Take a look for me—how do I make tea in a more authentic way?"

Xingjue Zi glanced at Archbishop System, who looked outwardly gentle, but did not let down his guard.

According to the information from the heroic spirits in the tavern, System was often moody and liable to turn hostile over trivial matters.

However, since System was currently showing him a kindly expression, it at least meant his life was safe for now.

As System offered him the tea, Xingjue Zi did not dare neglect the gesture and promptly accepted it respectfully. He discovered a black lump at the bottom of the cup, seemingly the root or stem of some plant—probably a medicinal ingredient.

While Xingjue Zi was still puzzled, Archbishop System spoke again. "This is fleeceflower root chrysanthemum tea. They say it's very good