Lu Yin blinked. "The people on that ship just now?"
Xuan Jiu nodded quickly. "That's right." He put on an aggrieved expression. "That bastard got a reading from me without paying, then rammed me with his ship. What a horrible person! Quick, Lu Yin, get the Second Night King to let me go. I have to chase after him!"
"No need. That ship belongs to the Light Great World. I recognize its insignia. It was carrying Yang Ji's people. I'll contact Yang Ji right now and make sure we find out who it was."
Xuan Jiu's expression changed. "Don't! Lu Yin, you don't understand. In the fortune-telling business, the worst thing you can do is let someone else interfere. It'll bring about cause and effect. I'll go myself."
"You'll go yourself? Can you manage that? That was the Light Great World. Yang Ji has a strength of over seven hundred thousand. Forget it, I'll help you. Don't worry, we're friends—very good friends." Lu Yin smiled warmly.
Xuan Jiu looked ready to cry. "Lu Yin, don't do anything rash. Don't get involved with me. I'm begging you, Lu Yin, let me go. I really don't want anything to do with you. Let's just pretend we've never met, all right?"
Lu Yin pursed his lips. "That's not right of you. We're old friends, after all. If I've offended you, just say so, and I'll make it up to you. There's no need to disown everyone you know."
Xuan Jiu gave a bitter smile. "I already made it perfectly clear last time. Anyone who gets involved with you is doomed to bad luck. Your future will be miserable—utterly miserable. You're an ill-omened person, and you're far too entangled with fate." He stepped forward and stared at Lu Yin, utterly serious. "Just telling you