Someone Selling Fortune

Inside the Sky Swallowing Beast, the island hovering amid the mist was no small place. It had spiritual mountains, beautiful waters, pavilions, and towers—everything one could want. Its expanse was practically that of a small sect. If the Lofty Brow Sect had not always restricted the number of entrants, Little Three alone, as a Sky Swallowing Beast, could support an entire small city.

Zhou Xian led Ji Yuan's group across the island, introducing its scenic spots one by one. These places were often arranged with formations; reflected in the surrounding mist, they revealed the scenery outside—the mountains and earth below, the clouds and sunlight in the distance.

Ever since they had set foot on the island, Zhou Xian had been carefully observing Ji Yuan, whose eyes were slightly closed. She was not the only one. Ju Yuanzi, Lian Baiping, and the others also kept part of their attention on Ji Yuan.

Not long after Mister Ji had boarded the Sky Swallowing Beast, he had begun to seem drowsy. Though he could walk and listen, he gave everyone the distinct impression that his spirit was wandering elsewhere.

"Esteemed seniors, fellow Daoists, there is a spiritual spring here, connected to Little Three's internal spiritual veins. The spiritual qi in its waters is exceptionally active. Whether used for brewing tea or refining dharma water and the like, it is excellent. Irrelevant people cannot approach it. If you need any, please come and draw it yourselves."

While everyone's attention briefly fell on the small pool at Zhou Xian's feet, Ji Yuan opened his eyes.

"Mister Ji, you have returned to yourself?"

Lian Baiping asked softly from the side. Ji Yuan nodded and gave Zhou Xian and the others an apologetic smile.

"I took a brief nap. By the way, Fellow Daoist Zhou, where is