Xiao Yu laughed inwardly.
Don't believe I can tell fortunes?
Testing me?
Want me to prove my abilities, huh?
Whether she believed him or not, Xiao Yu actually had no need to prove anything.
But this mistress and servant were far from ordinary.
If he could win their favor, respect, or even admiration...
He could gain more help and more tangible benefits.
Like this sedan chair.
Making their acquaintance and proving himself...
There was everything to gain and nothing to lose.
With that thought, Xiao Yu nodded and spoke with complete confidence.
"Miss Feng Xue, you were born 412 years ago during the Ming dynasty, the daughter of a court minister."
"Su Xiao Luo was someone you rescued from a group of thugs."
"You both died unjust deaths, and your wronged souls lingered until a chance opportunity allowed you to become ghost cultivators."
"Then, two years ago, you received Heaven's mandate, reconstructed your bodies, and were entrusted by a mysterious person with the important task of maintaining order."
"Did I get anything wrong?"
Feng Xue's mouth fell open, her eyes wide.
She was stunned.
Not only had he described how they met, he had even told her about her birth, and more!
"How is that possible... how is that possible... how could he really have divined it... how could he really know how to tell fortunes..."
Su Xiao Luo's murmuring also voiced Feng Xue's shock for her.
She couldn't believe it either.
But... but... he really had told them everything!
Suddenly, Feng Xue remembered a rumor.
She stared fixedly at the man before her.
"Young Master Xiao, your name wouldn't happen to be 'Xiao Yu,' would it?"
Even her form of address had changed unconsciously, becoming more respectful.
"Yes, what a coincidence. That's my name."
Feng Xue couldn't describe her