"Is this fortune-teller really so mystical, or was it just a lucky guess?"
Zhao Huai walked away, thinking that something didn't feel right.
He knew about the tricks these fortune tellers used, which usually involved observing people's faces and having a basic understanding of psychology to con people.
Different people had different scripts, and they would get a few predictions right just by chance, all at no cost.
However, the old man he met was indeed quite skilled, managing to predict his fate so accurately, either by mysticism or just a lucky guess.
After walking for a while, Zhao Huai returned to the pawnshop.
However, he noticed a fancy bejeweled carriage parked in front of Huai's pawnshop, with a long line of wooden carts behind it, surrounded by numerous bodyguards.
This was the mysterious merchant team he had seen before.
"They really came?"
Yan Jing had predicted earlier that the cunning merchant would come to find him, and Zhao Huai had prepared himself mentally.