After the morning rituals, it was already 8 o'clock.
Xia Xin stretched his arms, and his legs were somewhat sore; as he massaged them, he couldn't help but ask, "Ancestor, why did you think of offering incense to the Grandmaster today?"
Jiangli stood up, "Divining with the water bowl is his strong suit, while I'm not so adept; I asked for his help, it might be more effective."
Xia Xin blinked; were there actually things the old ancestor wasn't good at?
He was somewhat incredulous.
Jiangli wasn't being modest.
She really wasn't skilled at divining with the water bowl; she hadn't had much exposure to it and had only seen the Grandmaster do it once; now, she could only remember the gist.
Otherwise, she wouldn't have bothered coming to offer incense.
Xia Xin came to understand that, in the eyes of the old ancestor, even the Grandmaster was a tool.
He looked at the Grandmaster with a bit of sympathy.