Meng Jingzhou covered his eyes and let out a shriek, drawing the attention of everyone nearby and giving Lu Yang a huge fright.
"Hey, hey, hey! Fortune-telling is one thing, but how did you even learn to fake an accident for compensation? Can't you learn something proper?"
The passersby pointed at Meng Jingzhou. They were all locals who often saw him here.
"He must be trying to scam someone."
"Yeah. He's been setting up his stall here for ages, but hardly gets any customers. He must be relying on tricks like this to make money."
"What the hell do you mean, faking an accident?" Meng Jingzhou roared. Nothing had ever happened before, but after running into Old Lu today, he, a dignified half-immortal, had somehow become a charlatan.
He snapped his fingers, temporarily blocking the passersby's perception of the two of them. The passersby looked bewildered, forgot what had happened here, and acted as though they could not see the two grown men, continuing on with their shopping.
Lu Yang secretly nodded. He had seen the second State Preceptor of Great Yu use this move before. It could only be described as a divine technique.
Meng Jingzhou rubbed his eyes. Fortunately, he had only been dazzled for a moment, so the impact was not too serious. His eyes were merely bloodshot.
He shook his head. His gaze was somewhat unfocused, and everything he saw had afterimages.
"Old Lu, your karma is ridiculously heavy. Even when I looked at the karma lines of Ancestor Jiang and Ancestor Meng, they weren't this numerous."
After condensing the embryonic form of the Dao Fruit of Karma, Meng Jingzhou had tried it out on Jiang Ping'an and Meng Junzi, observing and studying the karma surrounding them.
Immortals were on a level too high for the