Zhang Dong looked toward Zhang Xiaomeng, the compass in his hands swiftly selecting a direction, aligning with Zhang Xiaomeng, after which he began to manipulate it in accordance with the four compass orientations he knew well.
Soon, he noticed something unusual.
No matter how he calculated, he couldn't figure out Zhang Xiaomeng's fate.
There was only one scenario that would lead to this.
A person's destiny was so strong that their own magnetic field influenced one's judgment.
"Damn it," muttered Zhang Dong to himself, then he started to select a location from those present at the scene, quickly coming to a conclusion.
"Mr. Lu, the second seat on the left-hand side of the third row, that's the luckiest spot today,"
"Hmm," Lu Youjie murmured thoughtfully.
On Zhang Xiaomeng's side, Wang Tianshan asked softly, "Xiaomeng, should we try to compete for that spot?"
Having witnessed the miraculous aspects of feng shui before, Wang Tianshan naturally wanted to be one step ahead.