"No, I want to join in too."
Actually, if it weren't for Qingqing's presence, Gu Haitang would be more reserved, taking things slowly according to plan.
But watching Qingqing relentlessly pursue Chu Xuan, she couldn't remain indifferent.
...
Chu Xuan naturally didn't know that the two women had already discussed whether cultivators needed to understand household chores; as long as they were getting along, it was fine.
During his fortune-telling for mortals, he had witnessed the myriad facets of life - the bittersweet, the sour and spicy:
There was a limping peddler asking about marriage; there was a wealthy merchant inquiring about offspring; there was a poor farmer asking about fortune; there was a scholar asking about prospects; there was a hunter asking about livelihood; even common folks losing chickens or dogs would come to ask about their whereabouts.
There was also a worried farmer's wife, carrying her feverish child, asking for peace.
