Right then, an enormous tide swept toward them. Feng Qingtian reacted quick enough and took Gu Bailu into the sky, but her master was hit by the tide.
Her master was entirely drenched, but he still just sat there.
Gu Bailu wept. It was just like what she dreamed. Her master was attacked by the tide every day.
"Master." Gu Bailu pushed Feng Qingtian aside and ran to the old man.
Could her master still be alive after being hit by the ocean waves every day?
Gu Bailu hurriedly grabbed his wrist and took out silver needles, about to perform first aid.
She had barely raised the silver needles, when her master suddenly opened his eyes. "What are you doing? Are you trying to kill me?"
Gu Bailu was stunned. "Master, you're still alive?"
"What are you talking about? As a fortune teller, I've estimated that I still have a thousand years to live. Why would I be dead?" The old man got to his feet.