Fu Jichen spoke in a serious tone, not at all like joking.
Bai Changxia and Shen Jianian simultaneously stopped reaching for the divination lot, raising their eyes to look at him.
He, however, only looked at the little monk responsible for interpreting the lots, smiling gently as he asked, "Can I trouble the master to see if the lot shows whether my beloved and I can ultimately be together?"
Shen Jianian suddenly tightened her grip on the bamboo tube in her hand, ripples spreading across the lake of her heart, the reverberations lingering long and distant, refusing to fade.
Being called "master" by this obviously distinguished benefactor made the little monk anxious. He hurriedly stood up, pressing his palms together and slightly bowing his head, saying with shame, "Please forgive my inexperience, as I do not know how to interpret this lot. Perhaps… perhaps you could ask the Abbot to have a look?"
