Xu Qingwen, a fortune teller, fell into decline in his sect and unexpectedly saved young Pei Zhiyao after his master passed away. Pei Zhiyao stayed by Xu Qingwen's side, and finally had no choice but to accept him as his disciple.
In an accident, Xu Qingwen was assassinated. After his rebirth, he found that something was wrong with the way his apprentice looked at him.
"Master, why were you intertwined with that witch ghost just now?" Qi Sui looked at him in confusion.
Xu Qingwen resisted the urge to hit her, "He took my copper coins away. I just wanted to break his hand."
Suddenly, a hand grasped him.
Pei Zhiyao held his hand, waved it in front of Qi Sui and said with a smile, "This is how our fingers interlock."
Xu Qingwen: "?"
Qi Sui: "......"
Intention: Let nature take its course