Lin Fu'an: "Hehe, good, good, good, good!"
Li Zhiyuan: "Hello, sir."
Lin Fu'an's body went limp, luckily one hand was supporting the coffee table and the other tightly grasping the armrest, preventing him from kneeling down.
"Hello, young student..."
Continuing to walk inside, as they passed the temple house door, Chen Shoumen opened his eyes, rolled the divining cylinder, and with a clatter, an excellent fortune stick flicked out the door.
Chen Shoumen: "Good fortune is at hand, lucky stars are shining, great blessings shelter you, a bright future awaits!"
Li Zhiyuan bent down, picked up the stick, and placed it back on the table.
Chen Shoumen's body began to tremble, a hint of blood was seeping from the corner of his mouth, he was desperately holding it back, fearing it would burst out.
Li Zhiyuan pressed his right index finger against Chen Shoumen's brow and spoke:
"Calm your mind and focus."
Chen Shoumen's body shook, then he responded:
"Yes."
