"What are these people doing?" Yue Qingli asked curiously.
"Who knows? It sounds like there's a fortune-teller here who's incredibly accurate. They're probably all waiting to have their fortunes told."
Xu Zimo smiled. "Want to take a look?"
"Sure. Might as well have him tell me who my enemy is," Yue Qingli said seriously.
Xu Zimo shook his head with a smile and led Yue Qingli over to the small stall.
There was a long queue before the stall, yet everyone stood in line properly. No one dared to cut in.
Xu Zimo watched from the side with great interest.
The owner of the stall was a middle-aged man.
He wore a very plain robe of coarse cloth.
There were even several small patches on it.
Beside him stood a black banner, inscribed with several lines.
"Yin and Yang, Five Elements, Purple Star Astrology, Eight Trigrams and Six Lines, Qimen Dunjia, geography and feng shui."
At the very top were three large white characters.
"Duan Tianji!"
Xu Zimo found it amusing. A woman was seated before the middle-aged man.
The man sat there with his eyes closed, as steady as Mount Tai.
He asked, "What do you wish to divine?"
His voice was somewhat hoarse, sounding as though it had been forcibly squeezed out of his throat.
"Master, I wish to divine my marriage fate," the woman said, her expression turning slightly solemn as she smiled.
"When will I meet the man I love?"
The middle-aged man fell silent for a moment, forming hand seals with both hands.
His left thumb pressed against his index finger, while his right hand formed a prayer gesture.
"Your birth date and eight characters," the man asked calmly.
As the woman recounted them one by one, the middle-aged man slowly opened his eyes after