"How will you calculate?" Chen Guan smiled and said nothing more, sitting down in front of the desk.
The Ghost Daoist pointed to the ink and paper on the table: "Write a word as your heart desires."
Chen Guan didn't hesitate much, he simply picked up the brush, dipped it in ink, and wrote the word "Guan" on the paper.
The Ghost Daoist's slightly trembling fingers picked up the paper, his eyes examining the word on it.
He had used his power to change the child's fate, having already paid a considerable price.
Later, constantly deducing the heavenly secrets caused great damage to his body; otherwise, it wouldn't have been so.
"Guan... originally referred to a bird's exceptional vision, with meanings of farsightedness and foresight. Now it's written again... you wrote in simplified... then let's interpret it by its simplified form..."
