Zhang Wei felt that his divination today was a bit evil - as the owner of the "Zhang Banxian" fortune-telling stall at the street corner, he had just charged a working girl twenty yuan and was lying to her: "Girl, with your face, the heaven is full and the earth is round, and you will meet a noble person in less than three days!"
As soon as he finished speaking, thunder exploded above his head, and a bolt of purple lightning struck him directly on the banner that read "The iron mouth is broken, no refund is allowed".
"Damn it! Is this noble man Thunder Lord?"
