"Let's calculate."
Zhao Xing arrived at his Silver Dragon Flying Boat, pulling out a turtle shell the size of a small room.
The Ten-thousand-year-old Mystic Turtle, after years of fire refining, had shrunk considerably.
"Turtle Divination Method, ask for fortune."
Zhao Xing pointed with his hand, and flames burned fiercely.
Then he coordinated the Five-Finger Destiny to test his fortune.
"Great luck."
Zhao Xing finally arrived at this conclusion.
"Just not sure if I'll obtain spiritual energy." Zhao Xing thought to himself. "The direction is still not clear enough."
"If I don't use ancient coins, then this is the best I can do."
Ancient coins are rare; how could he waste them here?
"My own qi fortune is still at Yan Six, the fourth-rank official title hasn't let me advance."
"If the qi fortune can stabilize at Yan Qi, then it would be comfortable."
In Pinghai State, he was able to find three ancient coins when the wave of qi fortune reached Yan Qi.
