After hearing William Clark's words, the old man sighed, a trace of worry appearing between his brows, but then he smiled. Why was he getting sentimental with children? He pointed at the stall and said, “Little Charles, go get a sugar figurine for your classmate…”

“No, thank you, Grandpa, I don’t want one…”

Although his family wasn’t well-off, having grown up with his master, an old hand at life, William Clark had understood from a young age that taking small advantages leads to big losses. You shouldn’t take what isn’t yours, and you can’t accept benefits you didn’t work for.

“Take it, child. You can’t just call me Grandpa for nothing—Grandpa will buy it for you.” The old man laughed, picked up a Sun Wukong sugar figurine, and handed it to William Clark.

This Sun Wukong sugar figurine was a set—not only was the figurine attractive, but it also came with a glutinous rice bowl, and Sun Wukong’s belly was filled with syrup.

When you didn’t want to play with it anymore, you could poke a small hole in the Monkey King’s bottom, let the syrup flow out, and catch it with the glutinous rice bowl, eating both the bowl and the syrup together. It was a favorite among children, but also the most expensive—one cost eighty cents.

Being able to show off in front of his classmates, Charles Wright was quite proud. Seeing William Clark repeatedly decline, he said, “William Clark, my great-uncle is giving it to you, just take it.”

William Clark really did like the Sun Wukong sugar figurine. After thinking for a moment, he said, “Alright, I dare not refuse a gift from an elder. Thank you, Grandpa!”

“Hehe, Little Charles, your classmate is very polite.”

Hearing William Clark's words, the old man smiled and didn’t mind. There was only one Sun Wukong sugar figurine left on the rack. He paid for two, then stood to the side, watching with great interest as the vendor blew the sugar figurines. This craft could only be seen in China.

“Maybe I should read his fortune.”

William Clark still wasn’t used to accepting things for free from others. After thinking for a moment, he looked at the old man and silently chanted, “Turtle shell, turtle shell, come out quickly…”

But there was nothing he could do—the turtle shell in his mind was elusive, and William Clark didn’t know how to summon it. He muttered “turtle shell” for a long time, but nothing happened.

“Shu Cang!” Out of options, William Clark suddenly remembered the two characters at the center of the turtle shell and tried silently reciting them in his mind.

Chapter 009 Andrew Scott

“Hey, it actually worked?”

As soon as William Clark silently recited “Shu Cang” in his mind, his eyes suddenly brightened, because that mysterious turtle shell spun back into his mind.

This made William Clark a bit excited, because before this, he never knew how to use this thing. Now that he could summon it easily, he believed he would eventually unravel the mystery of the turtle shell.

“Hm, why have the words ‘Feng Shui’ faded?”

Suppressing his excitement, William Clark focused his attention on the turtle shell. At a glance, he immediately noticed something different.

When he helped Mr. Miller with Feng Shui at noon, William Clark clearly remembered that among the twelve characters—divination, Feng Shui, fate, physiognomy, dream interpretation, and date selection—both “Feng Shui” and “physiognomy” were lit up.

But now, the word “Feng Shui” was dim and gray, with only “physiognomy” faintly glowing, clearly different from the surrounding words.

“William Clark, what’s wrong? The Sun Wukong sugar figurine my great-uncle gave you is really pretty…”

After seeing his great-uncle give the Sun Wukong sugar figurine to William Clark, Charles Wright had been watching William Clark, hoping to see excitement and joy on his face, which would satisfy his own little sense of pride.

But after William Clark accepted the sugar figurine, he just stood there in a daze. This made Charles Wright a bit uncomfortable, and he was about to remind William Clark how he got the sugar figurine in his hand.

As the saying goes, poor children grow up fast. Although the two were about the same age, William Clark could see right through Charles Wright’s thoughts. He smiled and said, “Oh, it’s very pretty. Little Charles, how about… I give it to you first?”

Charles Wright quickly waved his hands, glanced at his great-uncle, and whispered, “No way, my great-uncle gave it to you, you have to keep it, or I’ll get scolded.”

“Alright then, thank you, Little Charles. Your Sun Wukong is almost ready too.”

William Clark didn’t stand on ceremony, casually replied, then looked at Charles Wright’s great-uncle, but in his mind, he focused on the words “physiognomy.”

As soon as William Clark looked at the old man’s face, the words “physiognomy” on the turtle shell suddenly broke apart, and the entire shell scattered into mysterious symbols, dazzling William Clark.

But having had the experience of reading the old Daoist’s face before, William Clark wasn’t anxious. He just felt a slight dizziness in his mind, and after a few seconds, several lines of text appeared in his mind.

“Andrew Scott, born in 1933, went to Taiwan in 1949, moved to the United States in 1959… This return home is to bury his parents together, but his mother’s burial place cannot be found. He will return to America in three days…”

“So he really is from America?”

Looking at these lines in his mind, William Clark smiled. Although it wasn’t very detailed, it was enough for him to understand Andrew Scott’s past.