Mai Lingfei and Chi Qinghu had truly drunk until they were thoroughly intoxicated last night, and had not even returned to the inn to sleep.
At noon, however, A Fei still arrived at the True Lord Temple on time. He could not forget about channeling true qi into the child, after all. The best times were generally midnight or noon, and since people needed their rest at midnight, noon was undoubtedly more suitable.
But upon entering the temple, A Fei discovered Qi Zhongbin in its front courtyard.
Several local temple workers nearby were directing worshippers or selling incense and candles, while Qi Zhongbin had set up a table to interpret divination slips and dreams.
His white hair and youthful face were striking, and his expression and bearing readily inspired trust. Many worshippers who had just arrived crowded around him, and he had even taken a fair share of business from the other divination interpreters in the courtyard.
A Fei froze as he entered the temple. Beside him, Chi Qinghu glanced at the old man in the courtyard in puzzlement.
"What is it? Isn't he just a fortune-teller interpreting divination slips? Don't you see those all the time?"
"This one is different!"
A Fei strode toward Qi Zhongbin, calling out with a smile before he even reached him.
"Celestial Master Qi!"
"Celestial Master?"
Chi Qinghu was inwardly surprised. There were things A Fei had never told him.
Some of the surrounding worshippers also heard the title, but exaggerated titles were commonplace among fortune-tellers and ritual masters, so few paid it any mind.
Qi Zhongbin was holding a man's divination slip. At the sound of the greeting, he looked toward the newcomers, then stroked his beard and smiled.
"Ah, Hero Mai. I hear you've been helping a physician treat patients lately. That