"Fortune-telling!?"
Zhou Dao paused in astonishment, stopping in his tracks. As a cultivator of high cultivation, having reached the realm of infinite magic power, he was surprised that someone would offer to tell his fortune.
It was truly like a woman from Wild Donkey Alley blundering into Huang's Big Chicken Coop.
At this thought, Zhou Dao couldn't help but turn to look.
At the street corner, in front of an inconspicuous stall, stood a young man.
The youth was dressed in a green Taoist robe, wore cloud-patterned footwear, was slender, with rosy lips and pearly white teeth, presenting the very image of someone devoted to refining the body and cultivating the spirit.
"A fine Taoist."
Zhou Dao's eyes lit up at the sight alone.
"Big Brother..." Jiang Yuan began.
"It doesn't hurt to take a look," Zhou Dao said, moving closer on his own accord.
"Taoist, which lineage of magic do you practice?"