Hearing this, Chen Mo's face instantly turned chalk white: "Not living past twenty? Are you kidding me?"
He's already nineteen now, not living past twenty.
That means he doesn't even have a year left, he could die at any moment.
Even Zhao Fujin's expression changed.
She knew that her master never failed when giving fortune-telling.
"This humble Daoist never jokes." Lin Su Ya's brows were tightly furrowed; she had high hopes for Chen Mo, yet from his palm reading, he wouldn't live past twenty. Receiving him as her disciple would be in vain.
Additionally, his destiny was veiled, she couldn't alter fate for him.
Chen Mo's complexion turned a shade whiter.
To be precise, Lin Su Ya wasn't wrong either.
Every time he simulated, he never lived past two months.
The longest time was only forty-two days.
