"Hmm, I know." Bi Fang nodded, put down the golden sticks, and said, "That Zhou Xuan is indeed lucky to have gotten the Red Ginseng Child, and there are three pieces—two have already been used, leaving one to extend Yuan Buyu's life."
"Sir, I'm afraid that Yuan Buyu has only half a month of life left. Once he's overcome by the Hundred Beasts, and is killed by Heaven and Earth, the curse will transfer to Zhou Xuan."
"When the curse grows from a small stream to a large river, it will be another seven or eight days. If we calculate it this way, the time for Zhou Xuan to be afflicted by the Hundred Beasts cannot be less than a month."
This was what the white-robed Daoist didn't understand.
Clearly, the curse on Zhou Xuan should manifest in about a month, there's still plenty of time, yet nine golden sticks rang out seven times, reminding Bi Fang that the shift in fate was nearing its end.
