C95 Fellow Daoists
Xia Yi spat out the poorly prepared spices and glanced up at Xie Qingshan, who stood before him. His voice carried a mocking undertone as he spoke.
"I never realized I had such a tight bond with an old fortune-teller."
Xie Qingshan didn't take Xia Yi's apparent rejection personally. He understood that Xia Yi was simply voicing his protest
