Dragon Spirit didn't know that Yun Ran had already construed his fate line for him once before; at this moment, he simply felt that Yun Ran held him in high regard.
He immediately patted his chest and promised, "Don't worry, I have a unique talent. If I can't handle such a small task, I'd have lived in vain all these years."
Regarding the matter of the fate line, Yun Ran was obviously unable to say much; who knows if revealing it might make things uncontrollable.
"Get on the carriage first; the procession will set out soon."
Yun Ran was the first to climb into her assigned carriage, and upon entering, it wasn't as dark as imagined.
There was a small tea table with a crystal lamp, and the light instantly illuminated the entire space inside the carriage.
This style of crystal lamp, against modern craftsmanship, was so coarse that it was unbearable to look at, utterly a defective product.
But in this era, the crystal lamp was a symbol of identity, a testament to wealth.
