He looked at the divination result with a face full of joy.

Then...

Henry Clark's expression turned as dark as water.

Henry Clark's face soured.

Looking at the divination: “In the heavens, may we be two lovebirds flying wing to wing; on earth, may we be two branches of a tree growing together.”

If memory serves, this poem was written by a Tang dynasty poet named Bai Juyi. It's a classic, and later people often quoted it to describe love?

Suddenly, Henry Clark felt like his whole being was falling apart.

Winged lovebirds, my ass! Intertwined branches, my ass! “May we be two branches of a tree”—I might as well just hang myself from the southeast branch!

Could it be that the dignified Henry Clark is supposed to act out a world-shaking, life-and-death romance with that male ‘Ethan's Pressure’? This instantly reminded him of Lord Longyang from the Warring States period of China—he immediately felt as if he had swallowed a cockroach, utterly disgusted.

“This must be because my divination skills aren’t good enough. After all, I’ve only been learning for a month... So I should try again! Yes, that must be it!” Henry Clark once again activated his secret divination technique, and the mysterious forces stirred the “Tang and Song Poetry” collection once more.

Another line of poetry was drawn.

This time, the secret technique worked super smoothly, and Henry Clark felt great—he was sure he’d nailed it!

He looked at the divination.

Then...

The True Lord’s face turned pale.

The divination: “If love between both can last for ages, why need they stay together night and day?”

Night and day, my ass!

“I really don’t believe this!” Henry Clark cast the divination again.

This time felt even better; Henry Clark felt his divination skills had reached their peak at this very moment!

This time, he was sure to succeed!

He looked down at the divination: “Suddenly turning back, that person is there, where the lights are dim.”

“……”

“Deep breaths, deep breaths.” Henry Clark calmly closed the Tang and Song poetry book, gazing melancholically at the sky at a forty-five-degree angle—what a feeling of sorrow!

Next, the True Lord calmly tore the deluxe edition of Tang and Song poetry in his hands to shreds, nodding vigorously as he ripped: “I really have no talent for divination, just not cut out to be a diviner. So, all the divination results I get must be wrong!”

He tossed the shredded poetry aside, secretly vowing never to foolishly try divination again!

The fragments of the deluxe poetry book were thrown aside, and the True Lord typed in the group: “As for Ethan's Pressure... let’s keep him for now. I just did a divination and found that he and I are fated; adding him to the group wasn’t a coincidence, but destiny! What happens next will depend on his own fortune.”

The True Lord used all sorts of divination jargon to brush things off. As for the result of the divination, he would never reveal a single word, not even if it killed him!

Damn it, even if there is a connection, it must be a doomed one!

“Then let’s keep him. Anyway, he’ll probably leave the group himself soon. By the way, what was the result of your divination?” Logan Carter had heard that the True Lord was learning divination, so he was very curious about what this senior had come up with.

“……” Henry Clark: “Well, you guys keep chatting, I have something urgent to do, gotta go.”

With that, he quickly went offline, leaving behind a bewildered Logan Carter.

Chapter 3: A Prescription

The sun was high; it was noon.

His roommates knew that Ethan Brooks hadn’t recovered from his cold, so they told him to rest well and had already requested another day of sick leave for him.

“Why does it feel like my illness is getting worse? Is it because I haven’t exercised lately and my health has declined?” Ethan Brooks said.

Beside him was a bowl of century egg congee, which his roommate had brought for him at lunch.

“Such good people!” Ethan Brooks didn’t hesitate to send his roommates a “good person card.”

He didn’t know how long he’d slept, but he was so hungry his chest was sticking to his back. He quickly finished the congee and then turned on his computer.

Out of habit, he opened his chat software and saw the red notification dot for new messages in the “Nine Provinces Number One Group.”

Ethan Brooks curiously clicked open the Nine Provinces Number One Group, wanting to see what the veteran xianxia-loving, over-the-top group members had chatted about all night.

The chat history from the early morning appeared before his eyes.

Logan Carter’s questions about the “newcomer,” Blake Miller’s reckless antics, the interesting senior from Spirit Butterfly Island, and Henry Clark, who claimed to have done a divination and found himself fated with Ethan.

Reading the chat logs, the images of these people became more vivid in Ethan’s mind.

“So it was a mistaken add, huh? I thought so, I don’t even know this Henry Clark.”

From the chat history, it seemed not just anyone could join this group? You needed someone to recommend you.

Also, the ages of these veteran xianxia fans in the group seemed pretty high—some even had daughters.

And from the way they talked, their daughters didn’t seem young either? So maybe they were in their forties or fifties. Still being so over-the-top at that age, their daughters must have it tough.

Scrolling through the group chat, Ethan Brooks kept lurking, absolutely not saying a word.

Watching the group members act silly was quite entertaining, but if he joined in, what would that make him? He wasn’t silly.

So his plan was to lurk and read the chat, treating it as a daily joke.

When he eventually found the group boring, he’d just leave the Nine Provinces Number One Group.

That’s what he’d always thought.

...

Unknowingly, ten days passed...

June 1st, Saturday, Children’s Day.