When Chen Xuan asked this, quite a few pilgrims gathered around, sensing that the master’s hesitation meant this particular fortune must be highly unusual.
Human curiosity is a powerful thing. Seeing the crowd swell, the fortune-teller knew he couldn’t refuse to interpret the bamboo slip. After all, he could hardly admit in front of so many people that he was unable to interpret Chen Xuan’s fortune.
"Sir, let me first interpret this median-fortune slip for you," the master said, picking up the one Zhang Zhicheng had drawn for Shen Binglan.
Chapter 891