After sending off the slightly regretful Zhao Wenrong, Lu Zheng noticed Shen Ying's mouth was twitching slightly, clearly trying hard to suppress a laugh and maintain composure.
"Just laugh if you want to, don't hold it in until you cramp!" Lu Zheng said grumpily.
"Heeheehee!" Shen Ying's beautiful face lit up as she laughed heartily and said, "I wonder if there's a direct lineage of the Taiqing Face Reading Skill in the White Cloud Temple. Why not learn it, Lu Lang? It might come in handy someday."
Lu Zheng rolled his eyes, "Do you think someone like the Daoist Ancestor needs skills like face reading or divination?"
"No?" Shen Ying asked curiously, "I see Daoist Mingzhang and Daoist Yuan Jing are often interpreting fortunes for the devotees, aren't they?"
Lu Zheng replied, speechless, "That's the 'White Cloud Divination' compiled by generations of seniors at the temple. Do you think a devotee without any magical enhancement could divine accurately just by drawing a lot?"
