Online Worry Relief
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
He composed himself.
Shen Ping looked at the petite and exquisite Foundation Establishment female cultivator in front of him, whose babyhood seemed to have yet to fade. He could not help but cup his hands and say, "Fellow Daoist, is my glabella black?"
The female cultivator's water-blue hair fluttered on her shoulders as she shook her tender face. "I'm not good at palm patterns."
"In that case, Fellow Daoist, why did you say that I will suffer a bloody calamity?" Shen Ping asked seriously.
"I can tell."
"But Fellow Daoist isn't good at physiognomy. How could you tell?"
The aqua-blue female cultivator was anxious. Her voice carried a trace of tears. "Fellow Daoist, I really could tell."
Shen Ping snorted and said coldly, "It's really difficult for me to believe that I'm in trouble just by relying on Fellow Daoist's one-sided words. If you're slandering me, don't blame me for giving you good reasoning."