The Ancient Realm Goddess
Trying Forecasts
The Dark Moon Organization operated in a valley not far from the village where Qing Yue’er had previously spent the night. The valley was separated from the crowd which made the organization into such a secret organization.
Qing Yue’er and Mo Jingtian arrived in a short time. They descended from the flying sword and instantly saw a formation array that hid anything within it.
“Zi Xian said this organization is easy to find, but this formation does not say that. Ordinary people would not see anything in this valley,” Qing Yue’er said as he walked towards that formation array. He turned his head back and looked at the hesitant Mo Jingtian.
“What? You changed your mind?” He directly pulled the man's hand and dragged him into the formation array.
Mo Jingtian couldn't do anything, only being able to follow the girl around. To be honest he still felt objectionable, but he did not want to make her sad anymore.
After entering that formation array, the scene instantly changed. The deserted and empty-looking valley now showed a sizeable wooden building. There were two men standing guard at the entrance.
Qing Yue’er immediately approached the guard. They did not seem surprised to see it. Maybe they're used to the guests coming.
“Being able to find this place is a fortune. Miss, do you need our help?” ask one of the guards.
“Yes. Is this really the place where the Dark Moon Organization is located?”
They nodded confidently. “Absolutely. Does this Miss and Master want to see fate?”
Qing Yue’er smiled widely. He clasped Mo Jingtian's hand and immediately nodded. “Ya, that's him.”
The two guards smiled happily. They saw the appearance of Qing Yue’er so nice and learned, looking like a rich family princess. Mo Jingtian's appearance looked even more expensive. His red robes were made of unusual materials.
“Good. Then please follow us. It just so happened that Mr. Song had just come out of meditation. He is our best ramal expert!”
Hearing that, Qing Yue’er instantly sparkled. It was the opposite of Mo Jingtian who had become even more grim. Can he just kill that Mr Song?
“Jingtian, the sky really blessed me,” whispered Qing Yue’er to tease the man. “Do not act, understand?”
Mo Jingtian snorted. He was pulled back by the girl to follow one of the entrance guards. Eventually, they reached the inside of the main building.
It was filled with closed rooms. Each room is filled with different fortune tellers. However, not everything is filled. Some are just empty rooms that are not used.
The atmosphere is not so crowded. Maybe because it's still early enough. There were only a few people there that they saw.
“Nona, do you want to meet Mr Song? But he's a pretty eccentric guy. Money alone will not be able to persuade him,” whispered the man who drove them.
“Not a problem. Let me meet him. She will judge for herself whether I am worthy of her treatment,” Qing Yue’er replied casually.
The man was a little confused, but finally nodded. “Good. Please pass this way.”
They walked through all the rooms until they reached the end of the room. There is a closed door. The man opened it and said, “Please enter. You will find Mr. Song in.”
Qing Yue’er nodded. “Thank you.”
After that he walked through that door with Mo Jingtian. The scenery there was quite shocking because it was different from the building inside. This is a very beautiful and quiet outdoor room.
There was a lotus pond and a small pavilion beside it. The ground was overgrown with green grass and some pretty flowers. It really did not look like a scene at the bottom of the valley.
“This formation again.” Mo Jingtian said flatly. “If not a formation, this is just an ugly wet ground.”
Qing Yue’er chuckled at the humiliation. She smiles. “Then this formation maker must be a great person. Everything feels real.”
“I made it, Nak.”
He quickly walked closer to the open pavilion. He could immediately see the old man who was brewing hot tea in several cups.
“Come in,” the old man said without looking at him.
“Thank you.” Qing Yue’er unhesitatingly stepped into the pavilion. Mo Jingtian followed him behind lazily.
Master Song placed two cups of tea in front for his two guests. He looked at them with a complicated expression. “I don't know what I can do to help you.”
Qing Yue’er was slightly surprised by Mr. Song's easy attitude. From the words of the guard man earlier, Mr. Song sounded like an eccentric fortune teller who was picky about customers. But why doesn't he look like that?
Noticing Qing Yue’er's shock, Mr. Song smiled. “I am a fortune teller. Of course I know how my guest came.”
“You mean ...”
“The past few days I have always dreamed of your arrival. I dare not be impudent to someone who has helped the crisis in Tongxuan Continent,”, said Mr. Song politely.
The old man did not lie, Qing Yue’er knew that. His heart became hopeful. It seemed like the old man really had the ability to foretell.
“Then, Mr Song, can you help me?”
“Please sit down and say. I'll try my best.”
Qing Yue’er turned her head to the side then pulled Mo Jingtian's hand to sit down. The man's hands felt so stiff and tense. He squeezed it a little. “Everything will be fine.”
Mo Jingtian sighed. He sat down obediently, then looked straight at Master Song. The old man looked at him for a while, but then looked down and avoided his gaze.
“Mr Song, I don't know how to say it. Can you just see what my fate is in the future?” Qing Yue’er asked carefully.
Mr. Song did not immediately reply. He nodded for a while and then nodded. “Please let me know your date of birth.”
“Day to 7 in month 3.”
“How old are you now?”
“This will be 19.”
Suddenly Mr. Song took something from the closet drawer that was on the side. It was a small wooden box that was carved so beautifully. When the lid was opened, it showed pure jade that was white in color.
He grasped the flat-shaped jade. Both of his eyes were closed. Qing Yue’er and Mo Jingtian just waited curiously. Is that how the man predicted?
Usually the deceiving fortune tellers will read fate using the palm of the hand. The way Mr. Song is indeed different. And it looks more convincing.
At that moment the flat jade in Master Song's hand suddenly emitted a fairly strong golden light. The two old man's eyes opened immediately. His face paled a little. His expression showed surprise.
“This ...”
“How? Can you see it?”
Mr. Song is speechless. His hand that was holding the jade was trembling. He immediately returned it into the box, as if he did not want to hold it anymore.
“What do you see? Please tell me.” Qing Yue’er immediately pleaded. It seems like the man has seen something.