If His Highness Can’t Get It Then Voila!

Helian Wei Wei's left hand grabbed the bamboo cylinder, and casually shook it around.

Her movements didn't look as pious as other young ladies', yet it contained an elegance that was difficult to describe.

Eunuch Sun sighed, and muttered in a quiet voice. "How come this person's style doesn't seem like she's requesting her fortune stick. Instead, it seems like she's swirling a goblet."

Hearing this, Baili Jia Jue looked up, a trace of light streaked through his apathetic eyes, faintly discernible.

Moving around this cylinder of bamboo sticks and so on made Wei Wei truly feel a bit awkward, she then casually adopted a posture of entering a casino. After shaking a number of times, once she found the feeling, she raised her hand.

The bamboo stick fell down.

The little novice monk standing by the side took that fortune stick and gave it to Head Abbot Fang Zhang.

Head Abbot Fang Zhang saw the words on the fortune stick and burst out into loud laughter. "Excellent, excellent."