Fortune Teller Yu Xiu glanced at Qi Yuan, his face bearing an unfathomable expression.
"This little brother speaks strangely, but... whatever you wish to divine or seek today... I will satisfy you."
After all, this was the method for lifting the curse upon him.
Fortune Teller Yu Xiu silently recited this to himself.
The curse that had tainted him could only be dispelled, bit by bit, by using these props and coming... here to tell fortunes.
These props were all one-use items.
It could be said that anything in this world could be divined.
"Place your hand upon the Bronze Plate, and I will know the answer," the Fortune Teller said softly.
"Alright." Qi Yuan placed his hand on the Bronze Plate.
North Crane Han Xianyun wore a strange expression. The two people before her were both utterly bizarre.
Never mind the fortune teller, who was somewhat mysterious and unfathomable.
But this Qi Yuan, who had entered the Martial Arts Tournament, spoke like a madman. Clearing a game? What did that even mean?
Southern Lion Zhang Yang curled his lips into a disdainful smile. "It seems there is more than one madman here today."
He had always been arrogant and looked down on everyone.
He was born into nobility and was an old family friend of the legendary Seven Martial Stars Family, so he always considered himself superior to others.
His coming to the martial arts world was an honor for the martial arts world.
Now that he was leaving the martial arts world for a better future, he naturally looked down on its people even more.
After all, generally speaking, there were few true great nobles among those who entered the martial arts world.
Generally speaking... they were merely nouveau riche.
At that moment, Yu Xiu concentrated fully, the