Netizens continued to ask questions, and Jiang Yuan answered them one by one.
After answering the question, most of the netizens who received the answer would send Jiang Yuan a firework as a thank you.
The process is not important; what matters is the result. And they learned the result they wanted from Jiang Yuan, which is enough.
Two hours later, the number of people asking questions had decreased by more than half.
Two hours later, there were only a few people left asking.
They all knew that the opportunity to have Master Jiang answer their questions was precious, so a large number of them consciously asked one question and then stopped asking others. They knew that they couldn't be greedy for such things, and knowing too many secrets of heaven might not necessarily be a good thing for them.
Another half hour passed before no one raised any questions.
In the live stream with millions of viewers, most of them were there just to watch the spectacle and see Jiang Yuan tell fortunes. Most of them were doing well in real life and at work and didn't have any questions, so not many people asked any questions, fewer than Jiang Yuan had expected.
[Will we really never see Master Jiang again?]
[Master Jiang, Master Jiang, how can I live without you? Waaaaaah!]
Me too, I suddenly feel so lonely, like there's an emptiness inside.
I've never been this heartbroken or sad even when I was heartbroken.
[I really hate to see Master Jiang go, sob sob sob, but I also know that recent events have taken a toll on Master Jiang, and Master Jiang needs to rest well.]
"We'll meet again someday if fate allows," Jiang Yuan comforted her fans, seeing their reluctance to part.
They will meet in the underworld.
Of course, she couldn't say those words out loud, because they were a bit creepy, and others would think she was cursing the other person to die.
After explaining things to the netizens and saying goodbye properly, the next step is to deal with Ning Yuan's matter.
“Then everyone, next…” Jiang Yuan continued, but before she could finish speaking, a hurried doorbell rang from outside the room, sounding like a death knell.
Jiang Yuan raised an eyebrow.
Who could it be so late at night?
Before Jiang Yuan could say goodbye to her viewers or end the live stream, she was urged to get up and open the door by the voice.
As soon as the door opened, Ning Yuan was seen blocking the way.
He was breathing rapidly, his hair was disheveled by the wind, and his dark eyes held a complex mix of emotions.
He clenched his fists, his voice hoarse as he questioned, "A-Yuan, what about me?"
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