The astrologer's tone was filled with confusion and disapproval, as if Qiu Zhi had done something utterly unacceptable.
Qiu Zhi hesitated for a moment, "You can actually see that. No wonder you're a renowned Yin Yang Master from Fusang Country."
"Could it be that in Zhongyuan, you aren't respected? You have to be a servant to the officers?" The astrologer frowned, this time speaking even more bluntly.
The Emperor sensed the explosive nature of the conversation and quickly said, "Astrologer, this is Daoist Qiu's personal choice, so let's not ask any further questions."
Bai Ruozhu felt some pent-up frustration in her heart; if it were Ning Yu speaking, it shouldn't be like this?
"Although Qiu Zhi signed a master-servant contract with me, I haven't treated him as a servant. Are you perhaps mistaken, Master Astrologer?" Bai Ruozhu watched the astrologer's reaction, but to her disappointment, there was only disdain in his eyes.
