Su Zizhan's divination technique, though not as profound as Hua Yan's or Hua Zhuo's, became quite formidable once he regained his memories.
Sitting cross-legged, three copper coins twirled before his eyes and fell with a "clank" sound, denting the tabletop with three small pits, but the coins stood upright.
Qing Hun had been watching all along and didn't quite understand the situation. He turned his gaze towards Su Zizhan's face, seeing him calmly staring at the three upright coins without a word, and quietly asked, "Young Master, is there something wrong with this divination?"
With a serene expression, Su Zizhan replied, "There is no question of right or wrong—the divination simply cannot be read."
Qing Hun, surprised, asked, "Why can't you read the divination, Young Master?"
