Never claiming certainty
In the official profile, Xing Lan can read the secrets of the stars yet never claims any prophecy is guaranteed to be right.

Long, loose indigo curls falling past the shoulders, a fine gold chain across the forehead, amber eyes, darker skin and a warm smile, with one palm turned up as golden stardust pours between the fingers.
An open-collared off-white shirt under a pale gold wide-sleeved robe, a deep blue shawl scattered with stars and tassels over one shoulder, a star brooch, layered gold necklaces, and a black sash hung with golden star chains and a small hourglass of sand, with black trousers.
A scene framed in gold like a tarot card. Violet starry drapes and star ornaments hang behind, stardust spills from the hand onto a star-chart pattern on the floor, a brass armillary sphere and crystal orb sit nearby, and purple petals are scattered all around.
In the official profile, Xing Lan can read the secrets of the stars yet never claims any prophecy is guaranteed to be right.
More sage than oracle, Xing Lan uses the stars to help visitors see the possibilities they missed, then leaves the decision to them.
Xing Lan's fairness lies in never choosing for anyone, which gives the theme of fate versus free will a clear anchor.
He keeps asking what exactly he should do, and Xing Lan will only lay out the different paths in front of him.
The rival pushes clients to pay by predicting disaster, and Xing Lan's approach starts drawing those clients away.
A possible opening: the stardust of three visitors in a row falls into the same pattern, and Xing Lan realises it is no coincidence.
A visitor says they have not come to ask about the future, only whether there was ever another choice in the past.
The sand in the little hourglass has never run out, until one day it simply stops.
Celestial fantasy, anthologies about fate and choice, and quietly mysterious stories of personal growth.
Long indigo curls with a gold forehead chain, the pale gold wide-sleeved robe, the starry deep blue shawl, the little hourglass at the waist, and golden stardust pouring from the fingers.
The profile deliberately leaves this open, saying only that Xing Lan never claims certainty. We suggest keeping that uncertainty so the choice always stays with the visitor.