His voice sounded crazed, but listening closely, one could hear a trace of bitterness.
"I wonder whether that mother and daughter ever managed to wait for the person who left without saying goodbye."
Looking at the pair of Porcelain Figurines on the table, Xu Taiping murmured to himself again.
Perhaps because the pair of Porcelain Figurines were so lifelike, he felt little joy at having survived the ordeal. He was still immersed in the mother and daughter's state of mind.
"Don't worry. They certainly did."
The Old Daoist grinned at Xu Taiping.
As he spoke, he took three more Gold Essence Coins from his sleeve and put them into the bamboo tube on the table. Shaking it, he asked Xu Taiping:
"Young man, what would you like your fortune read for? This Old Man is in a good mood today, so I can waive your fee."
"Thank you, Daoist Priest."
Xu Taiping cupped his hands in thanks.
With those words from the Old Daoist, he knew he had made it through this ordeal.
"Go on. Power, fortune and misfortune, prospects, marriage-I can divine them all."
Shaking the bamboo tube, the Old Daoist urged him on.
Xu Taiping actually knew little about divination, but according to Sister Lingyue, it was also a form of the Qi-Reading Art. And since the Old Daoist before him possessed such profound cultivation, he very likely was skilled in it.
So, with the intention of giving it a try, he asked:
"Daoist Priest, I would like to ask about life and death. After the Golden Scale Assembly seven years later, will I still be able to return alive to this Southern Chu Imperial Capital?"
At those words, the Old Daoist's brows twitched, and he carefully studied Xu Taiping's face.
"Interesting. Young man, even This Old Man