But Chu Jin could never directly tell someone that the reason for her remarkable skills was her exceptional talent, could she? That would be too narcissistic!
So, Chu Jin could only bluff and said, "My master, the elderly gentleman, has already passed away."
Upon hearing this, the middle-aged uncle apologized profusely, "I’m truly sorry, I didn’t know your master has already..."
"It’s alright," Chu Jin said indifferently with a faint smile, "My former master passed away many years ago; the ignorant are not at fault."
Passed away many years ago?
But Chu Jin was only eighteen years old.
Yet her cultivation was deeper than those who had trained for decades. With such Spiritual Power, it couldn’t be obtained overnight. If her master had been gone for a long time, then had she been self-taught all these years?
Wasn’t that too exaggerated?
The middle-aged uncle suddenly remembered the words on the tablecloth during the fortune-telling session, "Ancestral Fortune-Telling, to predict the future, for events ahead, to exorcise demons, sincerity brings efficacy."
Ancestral Fortune-Telling?
Thinking of these four words, the middle-aged uncle’s pupils slightly contracted. Could it be that he had guessed wrong before?
Her parents were not just ordinary people.
They were like her, hidden experts.
If that was really the case, he would definitely have to visit them given the chance.
It was not easy at all, to have raised such a graceful and talented daughter in a world where Spiritual Energy was so weak.
How could the children in the Superpower World with abundant Spiritual Energy bear this?
Even if those children ate spiritual fruits every day for a hundred years, they couldn’t reach Chu Jin’s level.
Someone like Chu Jin, if placed in the Superpower World, would be a defiantly extraordinary being.
He must quickly find a way to win her over and not let people from the other two worlds get an opportunity.
If the Superpower World were to miss out on her, it would be a tremendous loss.
"Master Chu, were your ancestors also fortune-tellers?"
Gazing at the swiftly passing scenery outside the window, Chu Jin replied, "Yes, it’s been passed down from my ancestors, but my father stopped fortune-telling and switched to business by the time it was his turn. I got on the path of a fortune-teller due to a fortuitous coincidence."
The middle-aged uncle nodded thoughtfully, "I see, then I hope you don’t mind me asking one more question, do your honorable parents currently reside in Capital City? I always admire the strong and I’ll find time to pay them a visit one of these days."
Upon mentioning this, Chu Jin’s eyes dimmed for a moment, then in a normal tone she said, "My father is dead, and my mother... is in a vegetative state."
Her serene voice clearly lacked excessive emotion, yet it carried an inexplicable tinge of sadness.
He had blurted out again.
The middle-aged uncle wished he could smack himself in the mouth.
For being so talkative, for being so talkative!
Now look what you’ve done.
You’ve hit a nerve with the master, haven’t you?
The middle-aged man hurriedly explained, "Master Chu, I’m really sorry, I... don’t be sad..."
He had never experienced something like this and didn’t know how to comfort Chu Jin, anxious sweat beading on his forehead.
"Sir, where are we headed?" Chu Jin deliberately changed the subject. She wasn’t accustomed to garnering others’ sympathy with her life story.
The car kept driving up the mountain.
If Chu Jin remembered correctly, besides a large forest, there were no houses or residents on the mountain.
So, what was he planning to do?
"Kidnapping a minor girl?" Zi from the Violet Thunder Space spoke faintly.
"If that’s really the case, then this kid is going to be unlucky. I truly sympathize with him..." Who did he have to provoke, if not their family’s Jin, the prodigy.
But judging by the uncle’s appearance, he didn’t seem like a bad person.
"I’m going up the mountain to fetch something," the middle-aged uncle explained, "You don’t have to worry, it won’t take too long."
Chu Jin smiled calmly, "Okay." Seeing that the middle-aged uncle was reluctant to say more, she didn’t feel it was right to inquire further.
Phoenix Garden.
The red sports car stopped outside the manor gate.
Kicking up a cloud of dust.
Immediately, a servant approached and respectfully opened the car door.
Zheng Chuyi got out of the car amidst the surrounding crowd’s attention.
She held her chin up as she strode step by step into the Mo family’s gate among the crowd.
A glimpse of triumph curved at the corners of her mouth.
The Mo family’s servants were very familiar with her by now. Wherever Zheng Chuyi went, she was greeted with a respectful, "Good day, Old Madam, Miss Zheng."
Everyone subconsciously chose to ignore Fei Xue.
This made her look somewhat displeased.
After all, she was the acting patriarch of the Mo family. How could she not have any presence?
"Chuyi, come with me. Master Zhang and Master Qin have been waiting for you," Fei Xue, suppressing her discomfort, linked arms with Zheng Chuyi and led her toward the VIP room.
The old Mrs. Mo followed behind, her eyes dark.
Why did it have to be Zheng Chuyi?
She wondered if there was any news from Master Chu yet...
"Miss Zheng." When Zhang and Qin saw the group enter, they were extremely excited and got up quickly, hurrying to meet them. Even though they had never seen Zheng Chuyi before, the distinguished red she wore allowed them to recognize her; this was indeed Zheng Chuyi.
The Empress, in her lifetime, only loved this one shade of red.
Even when she galloped on the battlefield, her war robe was red.
Red like victorious blood.
Overshadowing the thousand colors of this world.
"Master Zhang, Master Qin," Zheng Chuyi greeted them with much decorum.
How could they, Zhang and Qin, accept the honor of being called masters by Zheng Chuyi?
This was tempting the wrath of the heavens.