The Unpredictable Joys of Life (2)

"You must give me an explanation!" The Ninth Divine Priest furrowed her brow, her expression stern.

"Well..." Dao Qiongcang shrugged helplessly. "Misfortune and blessings are intertwined?"

"What kind of reasoning is that?"

"If misfortune has already arrived, will blessings not follow?"

The Ninth Divine Priest was once again silenced, her face stiff with a cold glare directed at Dao Qiongcang.

"Fine."

Dao Qiongcang shrugged and took out his own crimson Divine Sinan, which was glaringly conspicuous, and showed it to her. "I'll read my fortune up to ten times at most."

"What about the tenth reading?"

"I haven't cast it yet."

"You better do it!" The Ninth Divine Priest was angry.

"Is it really important?" Dao Qiongcang put away the Divine, then walked over to a silver table and sat down. "What if, once again, it's death... I mean, red? Isn't that tantamount to absolute death with no chance of survival?"