"Sir, I see that your forehead is darkened and there is something ominous between your eyebrows!"
"Bah, you don't know!"
"Madam, do you need a bottle of blessing perfume? It can effectively increase your blessings."
"I want your head!"
"Sir, let me do the math. You are short of soil in your five elements. Do you need a pot of our lucky soil?"
"Your five elements are short of soil!"
Shi Yuan feels very sad. Can people in this world respect her profession? A magician also has dignity!
"Have you figured out what I'm missing?"
"Sir, I've calculated that you lack me in all five elements. Can you take me home?"