"Don't worry. Your big brother's reputation in the martial world rests on the word 'trust.'"
Tang Yu chuckled and looked at the little Daoist priest.
"What realm are you at now? Peak Qi Refinement? Or have you reached Foundation Establishment?"
Now that his cultivation was sealed, he truly had no way to gauge the other's realm. When they had met last time, he had noticed that the little Daoist's cultivation was terribly weak, so Tang Yu had not bothered to examine it closely.
"I'm still a little short of peak Qi Refinement."
The little Daoist looked somewhat embarrassed. "I'm too lazy. Cultivation is tedious and exhausting, so my progress has been rather slow."
"I can tell you're the type to lie flat. Otherwise, no cultivator would be reduced to setting up a fortune-telling stall to make money."
"What about you, big brother?"
"I'm not a cultivator. I'm just an ordinary martial arts expert."
"I see. Well, that's not bad either."
The little Daoist could not think of anything comforting to say. When they had met last time, he had assumed Tang Yu was some powerful high-realm cultivator. He had not expected him to be the sort of martial arts expert often found in wuxia novels.
After finding a wooden table and a long bench, the two returned to the busiest part of town and set up their fortune-telling stall.
The little Daoist sat down and looked around. When someone passed by and their gazes met, he opened his mouth, but the words to attract customers reached his lips and simply would not come out.
Tang Yu watched from the side for a while, then could not help sighing. He put a hand on the little Daoist's shoulder and said earnestly, "Little brother, at this rate, you're going to starve to