Liu Futong said: "I have long heard of Master Yuan, whose trigrams can connect to the divine. Could I ask Master to cast a trigram for our Holy Sect? From now on, I will no longer pursue grievances between our Holy Sect and Chen Jiusi, nor cause trouble for Chen Jiusi, how about it?"
Upon hearing this, Yuan Sanjia said: "One trigram, two lives?"
Liu Futong said: "Yes, one trigram, two lives!"
Yuan Sanjia laughed and said: "Hahaha, good, I will take this trigram."
He reached out, and with a slicing sound, the turtle shell along with the copper coin slipped into his hand. Yuan Sanjia then raised his hand to shake the trigram and said: "What do you want to ask?"
Liu Futong said: "The future fate of the Holy Sect!"
Yuan Sanjia said: "The heavenly numbers are fixed, this trigram is very large."
"Cannot be calculated?"
Asked Liu Futong, Yuan Sanjia laughed and said: "Not necessarily."
After speaking, Yuan Sanjia began shaking the turtle shell.
