Bab 884: Old Antique

The small wooden table was adorned with delicate teacups and a teapot, emitting a fragrant aroma of freshly brewed tea. Imeng, sitting across from Fein, held a cup in his hands, his eyes twinkling mischievously. Fein, a bit skeptical but intrigued, observed his master with a curious expression.

Imeng placed the teacup down gently and picked up a small saucer, swirling the remaining tea leaves at the bottom. He studied the patterns and shapes formed by the leaves, his gaze focused and insightful. Fein watched intently, his eyebrows raised in anticipation.

Imeng began to speak, his voice calm and casual. "Now, Fein, let's see what the tea leaves reveal about your future. Remember, this is just a glimpse, a possibility. The path can always change."

Fein leaned forward, his interest piqued. "Alright, old man, show me what you've got. But I warn you, I don't believe in all this destiny nonsense."