[Inviting you with great grace, you can see that you are an adult.]

[Daji: Go to Sheng Mansion for an appointment.

Profit: You can see the adults, you can see the gods. Obtain: the vitality of the ten fates, and the Yangcheng destiny [beautiful man].]

Lu Jing was slightly startled.

There is only one hexagram given in this fortune-telling pattern to seek good luck and avoid bad luck, and it is the top nine auspicious signs.

"You can see the adults, can you see the heavenly beings?"

Lu Jing raised his eyebrows slightly, feeling a little curious in his heart.

"Heaven..."

"In that case, there's no harm in just going there."

Lu Jing answered Qing Yue and made a decision in his heart: "Besides, this handsome man has an interesting destiny."

His will rested on the fate of that beautiful man.

[Beautiful man: Yang Cheng’s horoscope, as time goes by, he becomes more and more beautiful. 】

"Is there such a destiny?"

Lu Jing didn't care at all.

At this moment, a breeze blew.

Lu Jing and Qing Yue looked up, their expressions changed.

It was not too late at the moment. Although it was already the autumnal equinox, the cold dew had not yet arrived, and there was still some time before frost.

If there is the sun at this time, it is not too cold even in Taixuan Jing, which is located in the north.

But when the gust of wind blew by, when Lu Jing and Qing Yue looked up, they found...

Suddenly there were snowflakes falling from the sky.

The snowflakes are as white as jade, flying in the sky, flying and hovering, and falling.

Every snowflake is as crystal clear as jade, every snowflake is clearly visible...

This means...this is a heavy snow!

It snowed heavily in October.

It's not cold yet, the ground isn't frozen, but it's snowing heavily.

Lu Jing and Qing Yue were fascinated by what they saw.

Qing Yue murmured: "The snow came suddenly..."

Lu Jing didn't understand either. He just looked at the falling snowflakes with Qing Yue and felt that the snow... was so beautiful.

And outside Taixuanjing.

A Confucian scholar carrying a sword stood on Panyang Mountain, looking at Taixuanjing in the distance.

The sword he carried behind his back had a snow-white blade and exuded a cold aura.

The wind blew by, as if bringing out a piece of snow.

The sword-bearing Confucian scholar also held a square box in his hand.

He gently placed the square box on the ground.

Soon after, thunder flashed and thunder roared.

A young man wearing a silver robe, with sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes, walked out of the thunder, and the rich energy and blood dyed the sky above red.

He is the prince of Dafu, with unparalleled power.

"Give these ashes to Chongtian."

The Confucian scholar carrying the sword whispered to the prince: "She has been waiting in heaven for thirty-six years. Now that she is dead, her ashes should be buried in Taixuan Palace."
Chapter completed!