"What's wrong?" Bai Jingjing looked at Liu Zixuan whose expression suddenly changed and frowned as she asked.
"It seems like something happened to Gu Yu." Liu Zixuan shifted gears and stepped on the accelerator, speeding straight towards Tianchen City.
"I remember before we parted, he said someone invited him to do fortune-telling, or something like that. He even mentioned he could earn a lot from it." Bai Jingjing mumbled while reminiscing.
"Anyone truly versed in Mysticism can give readings to others, but the only person they can't read for is themselves. However, even if he can't read for himself, Gu Yu can glean some insights from his side profile, so he can usually avoid common dangers. But that recent cry for help was in a tone of dire desperation; it must be very serious!"
Liu Zixuan said in a somber voice.
