"Men on the left, women on the right, please extend your left hand, palm up," the Middle-Split Man said in a manner full of form.
The short-haired boy complied by extending his left hand, and the Middle-Split Man grabbed his wrist, lifting the palm to his eyes. The onlookers were all curious; journeys are often lonely, and they welcomed any diversion, happy to watch the spectacle. The young guy, however, was indifferent, just waiting for the Middle-Split Man to make a fool of himself.
"The hand is divided into Eight Diagram and Twelve Palaces, all events are within one's palm. Men read their hands based on Eight Diagram, women on Nine Palaces," the Middle-Split Man muttered softly, leaving people wondering whether it was a formula or a ditty, but it piqued everyone's interest even more.
As he muttered, he inspected the boy's palm carefully, adopting a posture with somewhat the air of a master. Unfortunately, his sharp features turned the charm into "fake master."
