"You'd best heed Brother Yi's words," advised Du Yan, toying with a Purple Gold Coin, "In a few more years, there will be a junior examination in the Sect. If you perform too poorly, you may be punished."
The little princess had grown especially quickly this year.
Not only had she shot up by half a foot in height, but her cultivation reached the middle stage of the eighth grade, and it was said that she had also gained entry-level knowledge of the Qimen Array that she had learned.
In our recent gatherings, she would often toss out that Purple Gold Coin, attempting to divine fortunes for everyone.
Of course, most of the time it was inaccurate.
Especially once when she foretold that Chen Yi's fate would be fraught with hardship before the age of thirty, which drew a burst of laughter from Du Yanqing.
But only Chen Yi himself seemed thoughtful.
If he didn't have his facial panel's assistance, his life might well follow the divined prediction.