Jean Tricia' predicted direction seemed different from what the man with the mustache and I had figured out.
He pointed east, while the mustached guy and I thought it was southeast.
"Why the difference?" I asked, confused.
The mustached man explained, "The Path of Heaven has too many variables, so you get different results each time."
"Usually, masters calculate multiple times to nail down the exact spot."
I frowned. "So our result might be wrong too?"
"No." The mustached man shook his head.
"I mean, when ordinary treasures show up, the signs of ancient medicinal herbs appearing are pretty clear, so our guess should be solid."
I rubbed my chin. "That means Jean Tricia screwed up."
The mustached man snorted quietly. "Jean Tricia has weak talent, and he's all show."
"He spends all his time chasing after social status with his skills, so naturally his abilities get worse."
I nodded slightly.
