"F*ck, you actually shouted. Don't you have any shame?" Buttface glared at Duan Jiude and scolded him.
Duan Jiude looked serious and said, "This isn't any good. No wonder that on our way here the result of the hexagram that I divined didn't prove to be very auspicious."
"What exactly did you divine from the hexagram?" Buttface asked.
"Alas..." Duan Jiude sighed and shook his head sadly as he said, "It was only slightly favorable."
"F*ck, slightly favorable is just fine. You gave Your Holiness a scare." Buttface immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
"No, Master Buttface, you think wrong. That hexagram might've just been about the matter of killing the Deputy Dean. Reasonably, this kind of situation would have generated a very favorable prediction. However, a slightly favorable one appeared instead, indicating that the later results may not be so good for us. So the results of the hexagram shouldn't be discounted," Duan Jiude said with a warning tone in his voice.
