"I was too presumptuous!"
Seeing that Mu Xiu was ignoring him, Wang Xu immediately remembered his earlier promise.
He hurriedly took a thousand Immortal Crystals from his storage ring—the amount he had promised earlier—and respectfully handed them to Mu Xiu.
"You're too kind, Young Master!"
Mu Xiu seemed to have learned the Sichuan opera art of changing faces. He immediately broke into a smile and accepted the divination fee.
"Xu'er, who is this?"
Old Master Wang walked over, puzzled. He didn't understand why his Good Eldest Son was being so courteous.
"Father, this is the Divine Fortune-Teller!"
Supporting Old Master Wang, Wang Xu introduced him with a face full of regret. "On my way out today, I met the Divine Fortune-Teller. He calculated that today wasn't a good day for me to go out, and even predicted that our Wang Family would face a calamity that would wipe us out. I didn't heed his advice and insisted on chasing that evil spirit. That's what led to our Wang Family being wiped out!"
"Sir, save us!"
As soon as Old Master Wang heard this, he knelt and pleaded, "Our Wang Family has been targeted by bandits. Apart from my son and me, no one survived. Please, sir, show us a way forward."
"Please show us a way forward, sir!"
When Wang Xu saw his father kneel, he followed suit.
"You think too highly of me, Young Master!"
Mu Xiu didn't help them up, only replied politely, "You're a Golden Immortal Squad Leader in the God of War Hall. For something like this, you should go to the higher-ups in the God of War Hall. What can a wandering Taoist like me do for you?"
"Sir, you don't understand!"
Wang Xu gave a bitter smile. "Although I'm a Golden Immortal Squad Leader