"Could this guy be a fraud?" Eleanor asked with a mix of sympathy and doubt as she watched Nora's dispirited demeanor.
The girls were still chattering nearby, so Eleanor strode over and asked directly,
"Have you decided? Otherwise, I'll go next."
"Go ahead, go ahead," the girls quickly said.
They still wanted to argue about whether the Prophet was credible.
Thus, Eleanor approached Zhang Sanfeng, pulled out a banknote, and asked,
"Are you the Prophet?"
"Is that your question?" Zhang Sanfeng raised his white eyebrows. "One can only ask one question."
"No," Eleanor responded straightforwardly. "Then let me ask you, can I smoothly inherit my father's title?"
Zhang Sanfeng nodded, took out six copper coins, and tossed them on the ground. After observing the results on the heads and tails, he smiled and said,
"Are you asking about your career? Heh, interesting. This divination is Fire Thunder Devouring, with Li Trigram above and Zhen Trigram below, crushing hard objects."
