"Based on my prediction, he's about to return home. Just wait for him in the tea room."
"Truly?"
Suddenly, Xu Qing burst into laughter through her tears, even crying out loud.
Zhou Xuan pointed at his cloth banner and said, "Anything else can be faked, but fortune-telling done by the heavens cannot be falsified. Stay here and wait; don't go anywhere else. Your husband, working tirelessly day and night retrieving corpses, can barely hold on with sheer willpower alone.
Once he's home, that willpower will disperse, and he'll need someone to care for him."
"Yes, yes, thank you, Young Master, for the reminder. Thank you."
"It's but a trifling matter, not worth thanking me for. Miss Xu, I must take my leave."
Zhou Xuan shook his cloth banner and started walking toward Zhao Wuya and the Big Black Donkey. As he walked, he called out, "Predictions—fortune-telling and divination! Predictions of fateful encounters within the world. Divining for those who crash against human destiny."
