"Trying to use the Four Symbols and Eight Trigrams to divine my whereabouts? You really don't know what's good for you." Sitting atop her magical artifact, Cang Xiaoxuan gazed mockingly in a certain direction.
Who was she? She was... Cang Xiaoxuan, whose calculations never missed!
Since she had not slept well the previous night, Cang Xiaoxuan had spent the entire day catching up on sleep at home. Though she had slept for a long time, she had not woken naturally. Someone had disturbed her awake.
That made Cang Xiaoxuan very angry!
If someone had woken her because it was time to eat, she could understand that. But being disturbed for no reason at all made her very unhappy.
And someone had actually used divination and fortune-telling methods to investigate her background. They were simply courting death.
The Book of Cangxuan... that was, the Book of Fuxi. As a creation of the progenitor of the Eight Trigrams, only she could calculate others. How could anyone possibly calculate her?
"But... who could it be? Looks like I should tell that blockhead." Cang Xiaoxuan propped her chin in both hands, somewhat curious.
But she did not stay curious for long. Cang Xiaoxuan was preparing to sleep a little more. She had not gotten enough rest yet...
However, just as she lay down on her magical artifact to sleep, there came a knock at the door.
"Who is it?"
"Lord Cangxuan, it's me."
Wu Qing'e's voice came from outside the door.
"Wu... Wu Qing'e... Is it time to eat?"
The moment she heard her, Cang Xiaoxuan hurriedly scrambled up. In Cang Xiaoxuan's eyes... putting aside Wu Qing'e's identity as that blockhead's disciple and an unstable factor, she was basically the girl who cooked.
So if Wu Qing'e had come looking for her, it had