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"Very well!" Guan Yuanxiang tugged at Xia Zai, ready to kneel.

For this entire month, she lived in constant anxiety, eagerly anticipating any sign of improvement in her child's condition.

"Gratitude for your great kindness, Master, is beyond expression."

Chu Yuening held back Guan Yuanxiang to look at Xiaozai, who was wearing a curious expression. Reaching out, she said, "From now on, you mustn't mischievously pick up joss paper anymore. Joss paper is money burned by descendants for their ancestors, embodying their wishes and longing. It's something of great significance to our forebears."

The little boy nodded solemnly. He had initially started collecting the paper money out of mere amusement, but after hearing Grandpa Li Shixian's story, he came to understand just how significant that piece of paper money was to Grandpa Li Shixian.

He nodded seriously, giving a solemn promise, "Yes! I assure you, I won't make the same mistake again."

Though, with the returning soul restored to its rightful place, it no longer recalled the events that transpired in the Netherworld.

During his coma, he seemed to recall being led by Grandpa Li Shixian everywhere, playing and exploring. He yearned to eat the golden ingot-shaped candles sold in the stores.

Grandpa Li Shixian, however, told him that he must not eat it, for once he did, he truly wouldn't be able to return.

After Guan Yuanxiang's departure, the scene lay desolate and empty.

The three masters gradually resettled themselves on their stools behind the stall.

They still wore dazed expressions on their faces.

Mu Rongshan sat rigidly in his seat, his expression frigid, as if he wished to shield his eyes from the sight before him.

This young lass couldn't possibly have a higher realm than them.

After all, how old was she? And how old were they? Each one of them was old enough to be her father, with more years of experience under their belts than she had salt in hers.

Zhang Shikai shared the same thought and said, "Brother Murong, I've heard of a secret art called Ghost Taming, which allows one to bind with a Ghost King in advance, thus enabling the summoning of said ghost at any time."

Mu Rongshan's eyes lit up, "Are you saying that Chu Yuening can command spirits?"

This also explained how she could summon the Ghost King.

Mu Rongshan, renowned as the premier diviner of Fragrant River, observed that his opponent merely commanded ghosts and felt his confidence surge anew. "Ghost manipulation is a mere fringe practice; the true path lies in fortune-telling. I'll see how she intends to fob us off with her final divination."

Only Guang Deye, who truly mastered the art of ghost control, wore a cold expression.

He had just sensed a familiar aura from Chu Yuening, recalling the person who dared to casually grasp his neck that night in Garden Community, anger seethed within him, threatening to burst from every pore.

Nonetheless, his gaze returned to Chu Yuening's youthful countenance.

To say that person was Chu Yuening, he truly found it hard to believe; she seemed more fitting as her master's equal.

The scene fell silent once again.

Chu Yuening rolled her neck, casting a glance at the sky. She tossed the comic book into the red plastic bag and, once more picking up the candied hawthorn stick, prepared to pack up and leave.

Yu Jiqing grew anxious, "Great Master, why not finish the last divination?"

Chu Yuening's recent display is certain to become the hottest topic of this season's grand exposé on esoteric arts. It's guaranteed to propel the show's viewership ratings to new heights once the episode airs.

How could he possibly bear to let this very own Wealth God Bodhisattva leave?

"Oh, you're tired," Chu Yuening said understandingly. "It's alright. If the timing doesn't work out for you, don't worry about being in my video."

Yu Jiqing's eyes brimmed with tears as he exclaimed, "Master, how could I not be in your film?"

Considering the high popularity of that particular segment, it would be unreasonable to cut any part featuring other masters while retaining Chu Yuening's.

At this very moment.

A sweet voice echoed.

"May I ask if you still offer fortune-telling services here?"

Chu Yuening took a bite of the tanghulu, its sweet and sour flavors bursting in her mouth, and she turned to look back.

The girl wore a denim beret, complementing it with a fuchsia sweater and a matching denim A-line skirt. Her bright eyes sparkled amidst her youthful and charming attire. Clutching a white furry handbag, she emerged unnoticed from the crowd at some point.

Chu Yuening gestured towards the signboard, "Are you certain you want the reading? It's ten thousand per divination."

"Very well," Chen Siyu smiled.

Chu Yuening observed the faint aura of death lingering around her opponent's life gate and pondered for a moment. She then took another bite of the candied hawthorn, resettled herself, placed the skewer on the teacup, and wiped her hands with a tissue.

A gentle smile graces their face.

"If you insist on calculating, then provide your birthdate and eight characters of your destiny."

Beside him, Yu Jiqing, noticing their reluctance to leave, felt a wave of relief and subtly signaled the cameraman to redirect the lens towards the stall, ensuring both girls were captured in the footage.

"Ah, oh!" Chen Siyu's ears turned slightly red as she regained her composure and recited her birth date and eight characters of destiny.

After Chen Siyu took her seat.

Chu Yuening deftly counted on her fingers, "You come from a single-parent family; your parents divorced when you were ten. From the perspective of your eight characters of birth time, you don't have strong paternal connections, but a closer bond with your mother. In other words, you were raised primarily by your mother."

Chen Siyu braced herself, mentally preparing for the slightest unraveling of her past. As the reading began and immediately revealed her parents' divorce, her eyes betrayed an undeniable sorrow, despite her efforts to conceal it.

"The Master's calculations were accurate. My parents separated when I was ten, and since then, I've been accompanying my mother in her business ventures. It's been many years since I last saw my father."

As she spoke, Chen Siyu flashed a smile, feigning ease.

"Nevertheless, despite his absence during my upbringing, Mother raised me with utmost care and grace. I do not miss him in the slightest."

Chu Yuening continued her calculations, "Just because you're not thinking about him, it doesn't mean he won't come looking for you."

Chen Siyu was taken aback for a moment.

Not a single soul, apart from herself, was aware of her father's visit.

The Master actually accounted for this as well?

Recalling her recent worries, her luminous eyes gradually lost their luster.

"Master Chu Da, they speak of your youth as a flaw in your divinations, blind to the true depth of your skills."

"After turning ten, Father never contacted us again. When I was little, I used to long for his presence, but as I grew up, I gradually lost hope. I had come to terms with the fact that he might never show up in my life. But..." Chen Siyu knitted her brows, "Just three days ago, I saw him again."