Wei Zijin stood to one side, looking at the incredulous Li Lanxiang, then at the calm-faced Fan Qishan. Finally, she tugged at his shirt.
Wang Xiaoliang immediately took the hint. He cleared his throat and turned to Fan Qishan, his tone somewhat tentative. "Qishan, look... how about doing another character reading for Zijin?"
Fan Qishan lifted his eyelids, glanced at Wei Zijin, then shook his head lightly.
"Not anymore."
His voice was mild, still betraying no emotion.
"I already have an impression of her. There's no feeling. It wouldn't do much good."
Everyone in the room froze at his words.
Was that how it worked?
Character readings depended entirely on first impressions? Once he had an impression of someone, they became less accurate?
"Then could you do one for me?"
"Write."
Wang Xiaoliang immediately perked up!
He took the pen Zhou Qiang handed him and held his wrist above the blank paper.
What should I write?
Countless characters flashed through his mind in an instant.
In the end, one character occupied his thoughts completely.
Book.
The "book" in the Book of Fate.
Without that book, he could not possibly have been sitting here now.
Without that book, he could never have met Fan Qishan.
Everything he had now was inseparable from that book.
He hesitated no longer. His pen touched down, and a bold, forceful character for "book" appeared on the paper.
Wei Zijin saw the character and nodded lightly.
Clearly, she had her own interpretation.
Fan Qishan picked up the pen.
Everyone's eyes focused on its tip, and even their breathing grew quieter.
What would this character for "book" become?
Yet Fan Qishan merely held the pen and studied the character for a long time.
The tip hovered in the air, never touching down.
Just as everyone thought he