Gu Jianlin took a deep look at the elderly man in the wheelchair.
He truly looked old—his hair was silver but neatly combed, his weathered face marked by deep wrinkles, and his eyes clear and luminous like jade. Even while seated in a wheelchair, his back remained perfectly straight.
He resembled a resilient pine tree atop a cliff, steadfast and unyielding.
There was no denying that the divination seemed rather amateurish. The method of fortune-telling was overly simple, as was the interpretation of the hexagram. It felt more like a casual hobby than a professional pursuit.
Still, Gu Jianlin memorized the words, thanked the elder, and moved on.
"Hmm."
The elderly man nodded in satisfaction, his wise forehead creasing slightly as he collected the six copper coins.
"Hey, why don't you give me a reading, too?"
Cheng Youyu leaned closer, eagerly rubbing his hands together, the self-assured grin he always wore plastered on his face.
