If it wasn't proper, how could I make it my own Magical Treasure?
Is my destined "own Magical Treasure" really going to be this Green Dragon Formation?
Mo Hua's brows knit tightly.
"Or maybe... I should do a Calculation?"
The situation was deadlocked—no clues, and besides a fortune-telling, there didn't seem to be any better way.
Mo Hua took out the Copper Coins left to him by his master, set up a Divine Mist Formation to seal off his aura, then calmed himself, emptying his thoughts, and began the Heavenly secret Calculation.
The Copper Coins tossed into the air, drawing the threads of causality, and then fell, finally landing in his palm.
Mo Hua silently recited in his heart:
"What is my own Magical Treasure..."
Then he opened his eyes and glanced at the Copper Coins in his hand.
The Copper Coins lay quietly in his palm, without the slightest premonition or trace of cause and effect upon them.
What does that mean?
Mo Hua frowned in confusion.
"Can't calculate it?"
