Xiao Jie examined her closely for a few moments and had to admit, An Ran indeed suited this ancient attire well, exuding the aura of a female knight from the martial arts films of his childhood.
The two chatted and laughed, wandering aimlessly along the street when suddenly, a clear voice laced with a hint of mysteriousness called out to them.
"Young master, please hold your steps! I, a humble Taoist, observe that your deportment is extraordinary, with a gathering of spiritual light above your head that does not disperse, and a circumambient flow of Daoist charm, something I have witnessed but once in my lifetime! Would you come forward for a reading, to glimpse the Heavenly Secret of your fate?"
