Qin Liuxi held the incense, handing it to Zao Qingman, his eyes watching her, the color of his pupils slightly deep.
It was the girl he had encountered in the street before. In just two days since then, this young lady's fortune had declined even further, her Yintang turned dark and ill luck seemed increasingly heavy.
Moreover, her facial features around the sun and moon regions were cluttered and slightly sunken, her complexion looked gloomy, and worry showed between her brows, indicating her parents might soon be ill. However, the most important thing was herself - she was supposed to have a life of riches and comfort, but now someone had altered it.
To be precise, had it been borrowed?
How interesting, was it done by those from the Evil Path, or was it a granny's doing?
Excitement flashed through Qin Liuxi's eyes.
Zao Qingman was quite baffled. This boy claims to be a Daoist, but what is this interest in his eyes?
