He Dazhi even questioned Zhou Yixian using the contents of Records of the Strange, yet still failed to stump him. In terms of sheer knowledge and experience, He Dazhi had no choice but to admire him.
There were many things He Dazhi had only read about in books. If not for that time when the senior and junior brothers had gone down the mountain together to gain experience and encountered creatures such as the "Yanshe Snake" and the "Quhu," things recorded in Records of the Strange, he would have continued believing they were all beings the author had imagined out of thin air.
"On the road I came by, there's a gang of bandits. There's something there related to that little fellow." Zhou Yixian stroked his beard and once again began counting on his fingers.
Zhou Yixian's divination made everyone at both tables look at him curiously, seeing that he spoke as if it were true.
"Grandpa! That's not a thing! It's a person!" At this moment, Xiaohuan took a bite of Candied Hawthorn, wrinkling her nose unhappily as she corrected him.
Xiaohuan's words made everyone look at him with strange expressions. Seeing that his own granddaughter had undermined him again, Zhou Yixian found it hard to save face. He wanted to scold her a few times, but could not bear to. He only glared, huffing and puffing, before finally grabbing the tea in front of him and pouring it into his mouth.
"Grandpa and I met a group of refugees on the road, and they helped us. So Grandpa wanted to repay them by telling their fortunes. Someone among them has a connection to you, only that connection comes and goes. So this depends on your own choice." Xiaohuan explained indistinctly while eating the Candied Hawthorn in her mouth.