In the afternoon, while practicing calligraphy, Lan Tian felt restless, constantly feeling that something was about to happen. Chanting the Heart-clearing Technique didn't seem to help much, and this was the first time Lan Tian had encountered such a thing.
Zhao Li saw Lan Tian come out and was slightly surprised; Lan Tian usually practiced until four-thirty, and now it wasn't even three-thirty.
"Finished practicing? Did you practice very quickly today?"
"I couldn't calm down. Grandma, did uncle and everyone bring their peach bead bracelets?" Specialization is key; even with cultivators' miraculous abilities, forecasting fortune was not Lan Tian's strong suit. She could predict the weather but not people's fortunes and misfortunes.
"Yes, we've worn them and never taken them off," Zhao Li replied, feeling a sudden panic and showing her wrist to Lan Tian.
