The queue for divination wasn't short. It stretched on and on.
Patience had never been its forte.
Thus, it pondered seriously for this reason.
Right now, it was a cat.
Not a dignified girl.
It could afford to lack manners.
After all... what was lost was Cui Yun's face.
Having grasped this point, it dashed without concern to cut in line, swaggering to the very front.
The bruiser who was next in line: ...
If it had been someone else cutting his line, he would have thrown a punch long ago, but it was just a cat. A completely white cat at that, holding its head high, earnestly holding a divination stick in its mouth.
The bruiser couldn't help but crack a smile, giving his nose a rub and taking a step back.
The Taoist about to interpret the stick fell silent. He bent down to receive the stick. Just as he was about to interpret it under Xue Tuan's expectant gaze, someone strolled over.
Cui Yun, dressed as a noble son with an extraordinary bearing, arrived.
