"What?" Zhou Dao asked subconsciously.
"Nothing... nothing..."
The Earth King Corpse Daoist smiled mysteriously, his voice gradually fading. No matter how Zhou Dao called out, there was no response anymore.
...
Capital, East King Street.
Jiang Yuan walked alone on the street, swaying leisurely until he arrived at the street corner where he and Zhou Dao had visited that evening.
He looked up and saw the fortune-telling stall.
At the moment, the stall was deserted, and the young Taoist named Li Xuan seemed to have just noticed him. His eyes turned toward Jiang Yuan, with a smile full of warmth, he gave a slight nod.
Jiang Yuan hesitated for a moment but approached the stall.
Even though Zhou Dao had admonished him not to seek out the fortune-teller again.
But the words from that day were like a seed taking root in Jiang Yuan's heart, making him restless for a long time, and as if possessed, he found himself returning.