Sure enough, this person isn't always reliable.

"What kind of look is that, little Gege?" Zhuge Wangran didn't care about Fage's eyes, which were almost spitting fire with anger after hearing the name. "I even did a divination for the whole battle back then."

The divination indicates that although we will experience setbacks, we will ultimately achieve victory without any major dangers.

That's why I never even thought of asking for help.

In the end, it was a close call, wasn't it?

Zhuge Wangran smiled and thought to himself with satisfaction.

It seems his fortune-telling talent has improved again.

Jiang Wuyuan's lips twitched, unsure of what to say, yet also somewhat curious.

What can fortune telling predict?

"It seems Junior Brother Jiang is quite interested," Zhuge Wangran said with a smile. "The most basic things are fortune, love luck, and career luck. Of course, you can also calculate the outcome of an event that will happen in the near future; that's what I just calculated."

Let me tell you something secretly, junior: I'm actually the most accurate fortune teller when it comes to predicting love luck!

"When I took one look, I realized, Jiang, your luck with women is just outrageous... mmm..."

Zhuge Wangran didn't finish speaking because Fa Ge had already covered his mouth.

The tall, cold-faced young man restrained the struggling Zhuge Wangran and said to Jiang Wuyuan in a deep voice, "Don't believe anything he said before he took out the ancient coins to calculate; he made it all up."

I don't know anything about astrology or divination, but this person once said that the stronger a cultivator is, the less one can tell anything from their appearance.

So, don't believe it.

"Hey, hey." Zhuge Wangran finally rescued himself from Fa Ge's clutches.

As a weak Taoist priest, almost on par with a sorcerer, he was no match for Fa Ge in terms of strength. "A half-baked person like you shouldn't be misleading others outside."

I did say that, but it depends on the situation.

Junior Jiang's luck with women is practically overflowing; I'd have to be blind to not notice.

As Zhuge Wangran spoke, he rolled his eyes at Fa Ge in an unseemly manner: "However..."

"But what?"

“But none of the peach blossoms are real.” Zhuge Wangran looked Jiang Wuyuan over carefully again. “Junior brother, it seems you’re destined to be alone forever.”