"This..."
Zhou Ping'an couldn't believe it and, after trying carefully two more times, he finally shook his head and sighed.
'This ability to glimpse weaknesses and deliver fatal strikes in one move must be based on the same principle as the Art of Divination, calculating the vulnerabilities of all things under heaven. Of course, it must also abide by the mechanism of the Art of Divination itself, which is that one can divine others but not oneself.'
At this thought, Zhou Ping'an suddenly saw the light.
In legendary stories, those formidable fortune tellers could divine other people's fates and fortunes, even predicting the exact moment of their death.
But they couldn't accurately predict their own.
And now, it seemed he was in the same situation.
As long as he reflected on himself without intention, all was well.
Once he allowed his thoughts to stray, all weaknesses, strengths, and flaws would vanish.
'In the end, one cannot have everything perfect to one's liking.'
