Fang Duobing asked Li Lianhua, “What would you like to be in your next life?”
Li Lianhua gazed at the evening clouds and replied with a smile, “A charlatan.”
Ten years later, a fortune-teller suddenly appeared in the martial world, predicting people’s lives and deaths with perfect accuracy.
But he had one rule: he would not tell fortunes for people of the martial world.
Until one day, he lifted the curtain and met the familiar eyes of a customer.
The customer gave a quiet laugh. “You don’t tell fortunes for people of the martial world?”
His hand trembled, and the fortune sticks spilled all over the floor.
