After Fu Sanyuan finished speaking, his gaze swept over the people kept outside.
He glanced at Yun Tianluo, who was gripping his folding fan, passed over Yun Ruyi, who was watching him curiously, and finally settled on Yun Baojian. "That young master's Sword Qi soars into the heavens. Shall we invite him in for a divination as well?"
"No need. I will remember this divination." Yun Qing refused without hesitation.
"Very well." Fu Sanyuan smiled and did not insist.
But when his gaze passed over Yun Poxiao, he remarked as if in passing, "Consider this the forging of a friendly bond. This young master has vigorous blood and qi, and a solid foundation. Yet what is too rigid breaks easily. A fierce advance must leave room to turn; beware of chasing merit and rushing recklessly ahead, lest your halberd shatter in defeat."
Yun Qing's expression sharpened at those words. After a moment's deliberation, he still cupped his hands slightly toward Fu Sanyuan.
Fu Sanyuan returned the gesture and began leisurely packing up his stall.
"Our destined encounter ends here today, and the divination has been revealed. Take care, young master. Perhaps we shall meet again on Azure Cloud Road."
With that, his plain white Daoist robe fluttered, and his figure began to fade.
"Wait." Yun Qing suddenly spoke, his Double Pupils fixed on him. "You said earlier that you might ask something of me. When would that be? And in what manner?"
Fu Sanyuan paused briefly, but did not turn around. He merely said softly:
"When the radiance of the destined stars falls, and I need your help to observe the changes in the heavens... I hope you will not begrudge me your attention."
Before Yun Qing could continue inwardly mocking this "charlatan," Fu Sanyuan suddenly turned back with a