Chen Qing's heart stirred. He cupped his fists to the surrounding disciples again. "Senior Brothers and Sisters, if you'll excuse me."
With that, he passed through the crowd and walked toward the courtyard gate, from which emanated the scents of medicinal herbs and sandalwood.
He pushed open the unlatched courtyard gate.
Li Baichuan was not meditating on a cushion, nor was he playing chess at a low table. Instead, he sat cross-legged before a massive Astrological Birth Chart.
The Astrological Birth Chart was drawn on a special material, its myriad stars shimmering with a faint light.
He was holding a few ancient Turtle Shell Copper Coins, facing a certain position on the chart. He seemed to be divining something, not even looking up when Chen Qing entered.
Chen Qing stood quietly to the side and did not disturb him.
