Yu Xuan placed his hand on the divination crystal. Instead of glowing or swirling with mystic colors… it simply turned pitch black.
The golden haired man froze.
His pupils shrank.
For a split second, he thought the lights in the crystal ball had just died on him. Beads of sweat rolled down his temple. Then, forcing a grave expression, he leaned forward and intoned dramatically, "...Your future will be dark."
"Yeah, no kidding, I see that." Yu Xuan said flatly, staring at the dead crystal. His tone was somewhere between unimpressed and "I want a refund."
Disappointed, he pulled his hand back, turned on his heel, and headed for the exit without another word.
The golden haired diviner watched his back retreat, silently praying the customer wouldn't start spreading nasty rumors. One whisper in this area and he'd be forced to pack up shop and relocate — in this area of business, reputation mattered the most.
