Night.
The bright moon hung high, and the night breeze was slightly cool.
Standing atop the towering walls of Chu's imperial capital, Lin Bai could easily take in the distant mountains and rivers.
Because the Saint Son had been kidnapped some time ago, the imperial capital had strengthened its defenses, and quite a few soldiers were already stationed on the walls after nightfall.
However, word that Lin Bai had been granted a courtesy name and enfeoffed as a king had spread throughout the Devil Realm. The soldiers guarding the walls naturally did not dare do anything to him.
"Fortune-telling... fortune-telling..."
Suddenly, a shout rang out.
The cries of a street vendor by the wall caught Lin Bai's attention. He abruptly turned around and looked over.
He saw an old man with an otherworldly bearing, dressed in a gray Daoist robe and holding a fortune-telling banner, slowly walking past below the wall.
"Young friend, would you like your fortune told?"
As if possessed, Lin Bai agreed. He leaped up from below the wall and landed beside the Old Daoist.
In the martial world, there were also frequent rumors of fortune-telling and divining one's fate.
"Heh heh."
"Please."
Lin Bai smiled and said to the Old Daoist.
A swindler?
The Old Daoist wore no jade pendants or other ornaments, yet he gave off a fresh and refined air.
Lin Bai had always looked down on such things.
Few people would still be drinking at a small tavern by the city gate in the middle of the night, so the tavern was empty at that moment.
The Old Daoist and Lin Bai sat at a large table by the street. The proprietress soon brought over the warmed wine and placed it on the table.
He looked as though the craving of an Old