Gu Mengyang: "What? You look down on people who are young?"
"All those people you invited before had beards and white hair, and they turned out to be frauds and half-baked."
"Facts prove that being capable has nothing to do with age."
Qin Minglang: "..."
Finally, Qin Minglang forced a smile and sat down by the dining table, "Uh, sister, are you really a Mystic Master?"
Gu Zhiqi nodded, then stared seriously at Qin Minglang for a few seconds and said, "You're going to die."
Qin Minglang: ?!
As soon as Gu Zhiqi said this, Qin Minglang was dumbfounded.
Listening to Gu Zhiqi's words, Gu Mengyang pinched his brow. This girl... why is she still so blunt?
Does she not realize she looks very much like a deceptive Fortuneteller?
But... is Qin Minglang really going to die?
Thinking of this, Gu Mengyang turned his head to scrutinize Qin Minglang for a long time.
There was concern, but more were curiosity and investigation.
