That day, Yuhua Zi came again.
Fuxi was still sitting before the Divination Diagram.
Divination Stalks covered the long table.
The line configurations had already been rearranged several times.
Fuxi held down the Divination Board with his left hand, a Divination Stalk pinched in his right, but still did not set it down.
A hand reached over from beside him.
Peeled fruit was brought to his lips.
"All right."
"Stop divining. Eat first."
Fuxi took it without thinking and put it in his mouth.
His other hand kept moving across the Divination Diagram.
Yuhua Zi watched him for a long while.
"If you skip this one divination, will they all die?"
Fuxi swallowed the fruit, his gaze fixed on the Divination Board.
"Perhaps far fewer people will die."
"And what about you?"
"I'll be fine after a little rest."
"You say that every time."
Fuxi picked up a Divination Stalk. His fingertips trembled slightly.
Yuhua Zi asked again, "Can you truly not divine what these right choices must be paid for with?"
The room fell silent.
A little while passed.
Yuhua Zi suddenly said:
"Your master won't be coming anymore."
Fuxi's hand stopped.
He raised his head.
"Why?"
Yuhua Zi did not answer.
Fuxi waited a while, then lowered his head again.
His fingers tightened over the Divination Stalks.
Suddenly, a familiar voice rang out with a mischievous laugh:
"What's this? Crying?"
"Look up. Let your master see."
Fuxi did not look up right away. He only said, "I'm not crying."
Yuhua Zi tossed a piece of fruit into his mouth.
Chewing, he said indistinctly, "Are you the master, or am I?"
"I come here time after time, yet you refuse to leave."
"What would I keep coming for?"
Fuxi opened his mouth, but Yuhua Zi tapped his head with