"Someone from the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion?" Yun Qing stopped in his tracks, his Double Pupils fixed on the young man in plain robes.
A prodigy from one of the three sects had set up a fortune-telling stall, complete with a conspicuous Heavenly Secrets Pavilion sign, yet the cultivators around him seemed not to notice him at all.
Something was amiss.
The other eleven immediately noticed Yun Qing's unusual reaction and stopped, spreading out in a half arc with practiced coordination. Every gaze locked onto the figure behind the wooden table.
As though sensing their attention, the young man behind the table finally stopped fiddling with his compass. He slowly raised his head and met Yun Qing's Double Pupils, which could see through all the falsehoods of the heavens.
Bzz!
In that instant, Yun Qing saw brilliant starlight flow through the young man's eyes. Ripples stirred upon the long river of time, and the threads of countless beings' destinies flickered in and out of sight.
That was no mere ocular divine ability. It was more like a "Heaven-Peering Eye" born with a connection to the Great Dao!
The phenomenon lasted only a fleeting instant, like dew or a phantom.
The next moment, the young man's eyes returned to normal. His smile deepened, and he spoke first, his voice clear and pleasant:
"I am Fu Sanyuan, merely an idle disciple of the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion. Sensing a hidden spiritual resonance here, I have waited quietly for three days, hoping to meet someone brought by fate. Fellow Daoists, your Dao resonance is naturally formed. Would you care for a divination to shed some light on the uncertainties ahead?"
Yun Qing's gaze sharpened slightly, and he stepped forward. Just as the others were about to follow, something unexpected happened!
The cloth banner bearing the