Jing Ci handed him the bottle: "Bourbon Whiskey, want some?"
Gu Jianlin shook his head: "I don't drink."
Jing Ci didn't say much. He carried the bottle in one hand, slipped the other into his pocket, and walked out of the grocery store.
Gu Jianlin watched his figure disappear, sensing an inexplicable regal air about him.
The personality profile revealed traces of a life full of stories.
"Profiling me? Go ahead, use me as practice."
Without looking back, Jing Ci smiled and said: "Your father probably told you this—everyone has different life experiences, which makes profiling them more or less difficult. Some people are like a thin résumé: born, schooled, graduated, worked, married, had kids, aged, passed away—a straight line, simple and clear."
He paused: "But in the world of the transcendent, there are things beyond imagination—stories so impossible they couldn't even be written. Such people aren't profiled through mere traits or characteristics."
