Yun Huanling was pleased that his Fate Star was still close to hers.
Though they had not seen each other for many years, the distance between their Fate Stars had never changed.
But less than half a day later, he could no longer smile.
His master had told him in no uncertain terms that going to see Su Jiu ahead of time really might bring her trouble.
His handsome face fell. For the first time, he felt that having a premonition come true was not necessarily such a wonderful thing.
By the next day, Yun Huanling had abandoned the idea of going to see Su Jiu early.
Yet, for some reason, a junior disciple kept urging him to visit Su Jiu over those two days.
If he had noticed nothing at first, Yun Huanling now regarded this disciple of the Heavenly Secret Sect with a somewhat inscrutable look.
Unfortunately, having just performed a divination for himself, he could not perform another.
Otherwise, he should have been able to uncover at least a little of what was wrong.
This junior disciple was actually an elder's personal disciple, but that elder had been in seclusion for years, leaving his disciples woefully undisciplined.
Some even feared the elder would not survive this time and had secretly arranged a way out in advance.
"Senior Yun, are you really not going? I've already made inquiries. Senior Su will visit Little Pond City during the Lantern Festival."
"What is your name?"
Yun Huanling's clear, gentle voice interrupted the junior disciple's incessant chatter.
The junior disciple clearly had not expected Yun Huanling to ask such a question out of nowhere, and his expression briefly froze.
"Zhang... Zhang Zhong."
"Does the sect have a record of your birth date and time?"
The disciple's expression changed, but he still