A warm, harmonious breeze swept in, filling the entire street.
An overbearing aura pressed down.
The young man was tall and slender, draped in a loose white robe. His face was gentle and refined, like that of a humble gentleman, yet the arrogant, domineering air between his brows leaked out with scarcely any concealment.
"A Great Master!"
Fang Han's heart skipped a beat. He sensed an immense threat from this young man.
Beneath the young man's gentle and graceful exterior lurked turbulent currents. As he strode forward, he seemed like a heaven-devouring beast opening its jaws, seeking to devour everything and claim everything for itself.
Xingyun Baby clutched Fang Han's robes tightly in fright.
Tap, tap, tap~~~
The young man stopped, clasped his hands behind his back, slightly raised his chin, and glanced at the old fortune-teller before saying in a calm yet unquestionable tone:
"You can calculate both past and future? Then calculate for this marquis!"
"Marquis of Victory Yang An!"
"One of the Great Yi Dynasty's foremost masters, Marquis of Victory Yang An!"
"Why is he here?"
The Divine Ability cultivators passing by were utterly shocked, already recognizing the young man's identity.
The few Myriad Stars Sect true disciples were even paler than death. Their cultivation was not weak, and they could sense the terrifying power contained within Yang An's body.
The old fortune-teller's gaze shifted, its cloudiness fading away. He spread out the white paper on his stall and said:
"May I ask the Marquis to leave behind some calligraphy for this old man to examine."
Fang Han slowly rose to his feet and pulled Xingyun Baby aside to make room.
He had heard Yang An's name before. It was said that this man was incomparably domineering, and whenever he acted, there were almost never any survivors.