"You do have some real skill; can you discern my fate?"
Yu Nianzhao clasped her hands behind her and smiled with arched eyebrows.
Mr Zhao couldn't help but pinch his fingers to calculate. The more he calculated, the worse his expression became, even breaking out in a cold sweat on his forehead. He quickly clasped his hands together and bowed to the east, "The mysteries of the heavens cannot be divulged. It's my prideful arrogance; I beg for forgiveness."
Boom!
There was a clap of thunder in the sky, serving as a response to him.
Mr Zhao's face alternated between blue and red. He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead; the look in his eyes towards Yu Nianzhao had lost its previous contempt and transformed into a hint of reverence.
Damn it, even he couldn't see through her.
Pinching his fingers to calculate almost got him punished by the heavens, struck by lightning!
Could he not feel reverent?
