Wang Ran asked without changing his expression, "What are you looking at?"
Bai Fan choked out, "I..."
An utterly authentic Northeastern Chinese accent blocked whatever Bai Fan was about to say, leaving him momentarily at a loss for words.
Wang Ran turned to the monk and said, "I'd like to draw a fortune stick as well."
He didn't believe in metaphysics originally, but the interpretation of Bai Fan's fortune had startled him.
Today you meet a noble of power!
Isn't that talking about him?
He possessed strength and connections with high-level national officials incomparable to Bai Fan, and he intended to cooperate with Bai Fan, which of course meant Bai Fan had encountered a benefactor!
This fortune seemed quite accurate.
Therefore, Wang Ran also wanted to draw one, curious whether he could indeed save the world?
The monk nodded slightly.
He reinserted Bai Fan's stick into the container, shook it a few times, and then handed it over to Wang Ran.