He glanced at it.
'Great misfortune.'
"Ha."
Zhang Beixing chuckled, looking at his divination sticks, before tossing them before him.
Pointing at the blood-red words 'Great Misfortune' on the divination sticks.
"Come on, I want to hear your explanation. Just how great is this misfortune?"
At this moment, Zhang Beixing and Li Dongming were communicating in Great Xia language.
Zhang Beixing didn't continue speaking in his previous broken English. Why bother with that when speaking to fellow Great Xia people?
Looking at Li Dongming's unchanged expression, Zhang Beixing thought to himself, this kid has pretty decent composure.
Though his face remained unchanged, Li Dongming was actually a bit panicked inside.
He hadn't expected Zhang Beixing to casually draw and directly pull out a 'Great Misfortune'!
This is too damn ridiculous.
Anyone with half a brain could figure out that with Zhang Beixing's level of strength, 'Great Misfortune' is unlikely to occur.
No choice.
