"Do families curse their elders like you do? Aren't you afraid of being struck by lightning?"
Lian Jie glared at his great-niece. If he weren't worried about her smashing his TV or throwing out his takeout, he wouldn't put up with this attitude.
"Even if I were to be struck by lightning, you'd be the first to go, you old immortal thing. Spill it, or say goodbye to your TV. Don't think buying a new one will do you any good—I'll smash every one you buy."
Lian Yu certainly didn't have the patience to wait any longer. She had checked the almanac, and today was a good day for beating someone to vent her anger.
"It's not that I don't want to do the divination for you, but the person in question is a master. Ordinary methods won't work. To get a reading, I'd have to burn my essence. I'm old, and my body can't take it. Why don't you ask your great-uncle? He's lived over a hundred years, anyway. If he doesn't survive, it would still be worth it."
