"Okay." The fortune teller's voice was pleasant, though emotionally subdued.
Li Xiaoyu listened to the voice, not finding it familiar but strangely comfortable.
Qiao Shanshan was actually somewhat nervous; as a woman who believed in astrology, she also held similar beliefs about fortune-telling.
The fortune teller did not produce any tools like tarot cards or a crystal ball; she just sat in the somewhat spartan room, looking directly at Qiao Shanshan.
"Don't we need some sort of ritual?"
Li Xiaoyu was somewhat curious; she considered fortune-telling and other metaphysical practices, including Tang Xian's previous teachings on the posture for slaying beasts, as forms of self-satisfying psychological behavior.
It seemed necessary to perform specific actions, as if making a deal with the divine, and it seemed the more complex the ritual, the stronger the effect of the trade.
