"Aren't you supposed to be good at divination? Let me ask you, what kind of divination can be done with just a wooden sword—is this some kind of mental calculation you learned from the Ancestral Master?"
Little Milk Jin pressed on relentlessly.
Huang Jin finally confirmed that the other party indeed had some connection to Feng Shui Metaphysics.
Such a young child possessed a Feng Shui Metaphysics Talent that he could not match—
He felt some envy in his heart, but his expression remained unchanged.
"These are all simple divination symbols, which one can figure out just by counting on fingers."
"Exactly, what does a kid like you know??"
"Let me tell you, don't mess up my chance to get those lottery numbers!"
"Hmph! It's rude not to reciprocate. Since you've read for Aunt Ruan, why don't I read for you?"
"You brat, no matter where you've learned a smattering of divination symbols, I can tell you that you are insulting the Ancestral Master!"
