The old man who had just shown off his skill was stunned for a long while.
Only then did he say, "You've truly changed this old man's understanding of prodigies."
Jiang Wang said, "There are no two people in this world who are exactly alike. Every person you meet is entirely new."
The old man clicked his tongue. "You've got a way with words. You'd make a fine fortune teller."
"So fortune tellers make their living with their tongues?" Jiang Wang looked at him with a smile. "If talking in circles makes someone fit to be a fortune teller, I happen to know two peerless talents. If you give me a thousand Origin Stones, I'll introduce them to you as your successors. I guarantee they'll make your school shine brighter than ever!"
"Forget it!" The old man waved him off in evident distaste, then looked at Jiang Wang with a hint of curiosity. "Are you really not afraid of dying?"
Jiang Wang didn't answer directly. Instead, he asked, "That young man who just walked by died of illness before he was even thirty-seven, leaving behind a widow and an orphan. What a pity. Since you can see the future, why didn't you help him?"
The old man sighed. "Birth, old age, sickness, and death; hardship, calamity, separation, and loss. Everything in the world has its allotted course. How could human effort overturn it?"
Jiang Wang asked, "Then is the bloodshed that's about to befall me fated, or is it fated that you'll help me avert it?"
If the former was fated, what use was your protective charm?
If the latter was fated, why should I spend money?
In short, if everything had its allotted course, what purpose did fortune tellers serve?
Even after Jiang Wang had just upended his livelihood,