The Song, Zhao, and Nolan families all seemed to live in harmony.
But for some unknown reason, Nolan Hu's eyelids kept twitching inexplicably.
Standing in the courtyard of the Nolan family, hands behind his back, he gazed at the starry sky in silence.
A meteor slid down from mid-air.
It dragged a long tail, then disappeared into the night sky.
Soon after, another one fell.
One after another, in just a few minutes, dozens of meteors had already fallen from the sky.
"Master Mo, you understand celestial phenomena, can you divine something for me?" Nolan Hu turned his head and looked at the man beside him dressed as a Daoist.
The other had goat-like whiskers and wore a Dao robe, looking rather mystical.
He gently stroked his beard, his fingers constantly moving, as if a profound mystery was jumping in his hands, akin to a deep secret of the world.
The more he divined, the more Master Mo's brows furrowed.
