"Master, could you calculate for me when I will find a Dao companion?"
In the camp, a cultivator at the Golden Core Realm Perfection approached Chen Nan, insisting that he tell his fortune.
Chen Nan knew this person; his name was Yuan Xi, a close subordinate of Guo Yun.
Chen Nan's face darkened, and he shook his head, saying, "Sorry, this humble monk can't tell fortunes."
Yuan Xi's eyes widened: "Master, how could you not know? Your Dao title is 'Divine Calculator,' and Lord Guo Yun holds you in such high regard. You must have some extraordinary talents."
"Master, please don't keep secrets from me. I know the rules; if you help me tell my fortune, I will surely present you with a generous gift!"
Chen Nan felt like there was a sparrow chirping loudly in his ear, unable to fathom how someone as deep-thinking as Guo Yun could have such a talkative subordinate.
"If the donor can refrain from speaking for three days, then I will help you calculate."
