Ms. Diviner: The Prodigal Daughter's Return

Wu Qiuyun, Mu Cheng, and Yan Yuchu also hooked the corners of their mouths, barely holding back laughter, but seeing how invested the young man was, they didn’t voice any ridicule about the name.

”Wait, it should be ’no precedent before, no followers after,’” Mu Hanyan corrected.

”Oh, really? Seems the meaning is about that. But when my third master taught me, that’s how he taught it. Could he have taught it wrong?” Ling Baobao scratched his head as he spoke.

”Nonsense, who’s ever heard of ’followers before, precedent after’?” Mu Hanyan said impatiently. She figured either his third master was ignorant and incompetent, or he was deliberately making fun of him. Yet this guy hadn’t noticed and was even smugly proud of it.

”Yeah, that’s true. So my third master not only likes to write nonsense, he can’t even remember proverbs correctly,” Ling Baobao muttered, then perked up again, ”Anyway, I’ve dominated the gambling scene for over twenty years; I’ve never met my match, it’s true. It’s just a bit far away, otherwise, you could go and inquire about it.”

”Wait a minute, aren’t you under twenty years old? How could you have gambled for over twenty years? Surely, you didn’t start gambling in the womb?” Mu Hanyan interjected once more.

”Yeah, how did you know?” Ling Baobao clapped his forehead, excited as if he’d found a kindred spirit, ”My mother gambled everywhere while she was pregnant with me. I really did start gambling from the womb.”

A black line ran across Mu Hanyan’s forehead. What kind of people were this family? A mother who gambled everywhere with her unborn child and a master who not only wrote nonsense but also couldn’t remember proverbs. What on earth had he learned in these twenty years?

”But my mother also said that what she did wasn’t gambling. If you know you’ll win without losing, can that still be called gambling? Hmm, actually, I’m the same. I don’t like to gamble either, but I always win. People give me money, and I can’t just not accept it,” Ling Baobao added as if talking to himself.

”Then who just said that they almost lost their pants?” Mu Hanyan asked, amused.

”It’s not the same, it’s really not the same, completely different from back home. I don’t know why, but ever since I arrived here, it’s just not the same,” Ling Baobao complained like a deflated rubber ball.

”Where are you from?” Initially, Mu Hanyan thought he was just a braggart, but after talking with him, he seemed genuine, which piqued her curiosity.

”I’m from... never mind, I won’t say, it’s too far. You wouldn’t know it anyway,” Ling Baobao was about to answer, but then he hesitated and mumbled vaguely.

Mu Hanyan never had the habit of prying into others’ privacy, and seeing that he didn’t want to talk about it, she didn’t bother asking more.

The group followed the crowd and quickly entered the main hall.

”Eh? Why is he here?” In the hall, a young man dressed in luxurious clothing saw Mu Hanyan enter and exclaimed in surprise.

This person was none other than Mu Hanyan’s old nemesis, the playboy son of the Yuan Family, Yuan Tianbo. And this Little Pond City was the property of the Yuan Family.

However, Little Pond City was just a poor village nestled in the mountains and forests, and the discovery of the Meteorite Gold Veins was only a recent occurrence of the last decade or so. Mining and refining Meteorite Gold were exceedingly difficult, and with the Yuan Family’s wealth, they couldn’t mine on a large scale. Often, they expended a lot of labor and resources, only to extract a pile of useless rubble that wasn’t even good enough for building a house.