Uchiha Shin entered the small town and went looking for the fortune-teller.
"Are you talking about Mr. Liu?" an old man asked Uchiha Shin.
"I'm not entirely sure. I heard there was an immortal here who was especially skilled at fortune-telling, so I came because of his reputation," Uchiha Shin said.
"Then that must be Mr. Liu. If you're looking for Mr. Liu, follow this path ahead. At the crossroads up ahead, there's a small stall on the right. That's Mr. Liu's stall." The old man pointed ahead.
Uchiha Shin thanked him and headed forward.
The town was small, and Uchiha Shin reached the crossroads after walking for a while.
Though there was indeed a small stall there, no one was present.
The stall was set up with many talismans, paper, brushes, and various other items, yet no one dared take a single thing.
Everyone held this fortune-teller in great respect. Even if his belongings were left in the middle of the street, no one would dare steal them.
If anyone really dared to steal from him, the townsfolk would certainly beat that thief senseless the moment they saw him.
"Where is Mr. Liu?" Uchiha Shin asked a middle-aged man selling watermelons nearby.
The watermelon seller stood straight, his eyes shining with confidence.
Before this, the watermelon seller had been rather insecure. He had never dared shout loudly to advertise his wares, always standing there with his head lowered. Even a casual joke from someone else would make him blush for a long time.
But ever since the divinely insightful Mr. Liu had set up his stall beside his and treated him with exceptional friendliness, the watermelon seller had gradually gained confidence through his interactions with Mr. Liu. He was practically a different person from before.
Hearing Uchiha Shin address