"Whatever, just be quick about it."
Chen Jie finished speaking and then addressed the old man, "Mister, I've paid for your meal. Take your time eating; I have other matters to attend to, so I'll take my leave."
"Hold on!" the old man called out to Chen Jie.
Chen Jie was startled and saw the old man say, "The Heavenly Mandate's assassination cannot be obstructed just because you want to."
"Hmm?"
Chen Jie was puzzled and, observing the old man's attire, slowly sat back down.
"Thirteen Grand Protectors? Blind fortune-teller?"
The old man then reached out and groped on the table, found his three Copper Coins, and said, "Care for a reading?"
Chen Jie hesitated for a moment, then took the turtle shell and started to shake it...
He let go, and the coins scattered across the table.
Two with characters, one with a pattern.
The old man felt them and said, "Characters for yang, patterns for yin; two yang and one yin form a yang line: adversity meets vitality, a thread of life."
