"Have I met this Elder Xuanmu before? Or did he meet me?"
Song Yudie speculated in her heart, but couldn't recall and stopped her wild thoughts, heading off to handle some matters on the island.
Seeing Song Yudie leave, a divination coin appeared in Lu Changsheng's palm, using a thread of azure silk as a medium to begin his divination calculations.
This thread of silk was precisely what he had just plucked from Song Yudie's clothing.
With his cultivation level and skills, silently plucking a strand of hair from the head of a Foundation Establishment Cultivator was simplicity itself.
Using this thread of silk, Lu Changsheng discerned through divination a vague notion of his earlier impulse.
The latter was likely in possession of some kind of fortuitous treasure, representing a moderate opportunity for him.
"A treasure... a hidden spiritual body, perhaps."
Divination should not be exhaustively calculated.
