The fortune-telling tube originally lay quietly on the equally red altar; without the woman approaching, she wouldn't have noticed that, although the temple was bustling, no one went near the tube. Logically, since the Water God here was quite mystical, many should have come to ask for divinations, yet why was the tube so lonely?
The incense smoke was overwhelming in the temple, though her vision was blurry, she could clearly see that the woman seeking divination had a resolute expression, as if she was ready to face death.
Girl, you're only asking for a divination, is it worth such a stance?
The young woman picked up the tube and started shaking it. Probably because she was overly nervous, her hand trembled, causing two divinations to fall out of the tube.
"Plop" "plop," one fell by her feet; the other shot four feet away, landing on Ning Xiaoxian's shoe.
