Lin Yi was feeling secretly displeased; before understanding the true nature of things, silence was his most powerful weapon.
The spiritual leader Bu Cuoyang took out a piece of paper from his bosom and handed it to Lin Yi. It contained a set of birth characters.
"Mr. Lin, you are familiar with this, aren't you?"
When Lin Yi heard Bu Cuoyang's gentle and pleasant voice, he was instantly startled.
'This, this isn't scientific. Huo Si said that spiritual leader Bu Cuoyang is over fifty years old, but this voice sounds like it's only in its twenties?'
Lin Yi, unable to recover for a moment, always felt something was off about Bu Cuoyang, but couldn't pinpoint what it was.
"Mr. Lin?" Spiritual leader Bu Cuoyang reminded him again.
"Oh, oh."
Lin Yi came to his senses. He remembered this string of birth characters; it was something he had written randomly the day before.
"Spiritual leader, these are my birth characters."
