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First Pot of Gold (2)

Hearing Yang ZiMei's words, Hua ShaoGuang also had a little doubt.

He took a detailed look at her, trying to discover anything from her facial features. However, he found that no matter how hard he thought, he couldn't seem to clearly discern her physiognomy.

He's never encountered such a matter!

Could this girl be a natural born physiognomy genius? Therefore, her face features are strange, giving him a hazy feeling?

"Little girl, could you tell me your birth date?" Hua ShaoGuang asked.

"I'll tell you -" Yang He quickly blurted out Yang ZiMei's birth info.

As Hua ShaoGuang listened, he stretched out his fingers to calculate but discovered his mind seemed to be muddled by something, losing his usual clarity. As such, he's not able to infer anything.

He quickly halted his calculations to avoid injuring his qi.

He's already unable to infer her past, couldn't forecast her future, and not even able to read her physiognomy. Seems her fate is incredibly bizarre.

As a master with an in-depth understanding of metaphysics, he'd naturally know the world had quite a few extraordinary characters and matters.

If her fate is this unusual and this unusually smart girl became his disciple, then his prestige could possibly increase another level because of her.

Whether in Hong Kong or even in the entire Southeast Asia, he's held in high esteem. Usually, there are quite a number who wanted to become his disciple but were rejected by him. It wasn't because he didn't want a disciple but that the others' talents were insufficient. He didn't want them to ruin his own prestige.

So he loosened his usual arrogant posture and stooped to ask Yang ZiMei, "Little girl, would you be willing to become my disciple and follow me to Hong Kong?"

Listening from the side, Yang He widened his bulging eyes.

In 1992, the prosperity of Hong Kong could not be compared to anywhere inland. For the people of that time, especially the rural villagers, Hong Kong resembled heaven in their minds.

"Sweetie, quickly reply, then uncle can follow your fortune." He impatiently urged towards the Yang ZiMei who didn't have much of a big reaction, "Your dad and mom would certainly agree, going to Hong Kong is a very wonderful matter." [1]

Yang ZiMei shook her head. As long as her family's calamity haven't been resolved yet, she would not leave them.

She had to protect them, not go off on her own to seek happiness.

"Don't want to?" Hua ShaoGuang was shocked by Yang ZiMei's rejection.

"Hm, parents are here so I don't want to go far. Thanks for master Hua's good intentions." Yang ZiMei lifted her head to look at Hua ShaoGuang but suddenly saw the image of a blood calamity a year from now. She alerted him, "Master Hua, a year from now, you'll encounter a blood calamity. Please take care to avoid it."

Even though Hua ShaoGuang thought of her as a rare talent but hearing those words, he still thought them funny.

This little child unexpectedly dared show off to an expert and give pointers to a famous metaphysics master? How would he keep his face if he allowed this? [2]

Therefore, he gave a cold humph and no longer paid her any heed.

Huo WenHua had been watching from the side and even more felt this girl was out of the ordinary. The words she spoke simply couldn't have come from a 5 year old child, it had a distinct maturity.

When Yang He saw that Yang ZiMei actually rejected him, he hurriedly scolded her foolishness.

"Uncle, I have my own thoughts, please say no more." Yang ZiMei couldn't help but say to the impatient Yang He's fuss.

Stared at by her pair of black eyes, Yang He immediately felt like there was some sort of odd power and quieted.

She wasn't his child so he really had no right to meddle.

1. Profit from a.s.sociation

2. Lit. displaying one's slight(meager) skill before an expert

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