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"": ""No, there's nothing on your face." Zhang Yunxi withdrew his gaze, pointed somewhere, and walked over.
Luo Bin stood rooted to the spot for a while. Only after Zhang Yunxi sat down at a tea table did he turn and retrace his steps.
Zhang Yunxi tapped his fingers lightly against the tabletop and sighed. "Everyone has their own fate."
He was no ordinary feng shui practitioner.
He understood both yin and yang.
That was why he could tell at a glance whether someone was lying.
It was Yang Divination Physiognomy.
He had noticed the changes in Luo Bin's facial signs.
The area between Luo Bin's eyebrows looked dark and dull, indicating setbacks in his immediate fortunes or unrest in his household.
A horizontal crease had appeared at the bridge of his nose, with faintly visible veins. Given that Luo Bin was still a young man, these signs concerned his parents' health.
Most importantly, the left corner of his forehead was slightly sunken, indicating poor fortune and ill health for his father. Not only that, but there was also a faint break midway along Luo Bin's left eyebrow, an even more direct omen concerning his father's fortunes.
No facial sign could be judged in isolation. The entire face had to be considered, along with the voice, physique, and even moral conduct.
Four signs had appeared on Luo Bin's face, all pointing to the same conclusion: his father was in a bad state, his health was failing, and he might not have long to live.
Zhang Yunxi had said nothing further because he knew Luo Bin's parents were both in Cabinet Mountain. In such a perilous environment, how long anyone could survive was uncertain to begin with.
Especially since Yuan Yinxin had been plotting against Luo Bin,