Chen Fan found paper and brush in the thatched hut, wrote a letter, and pinned it beneath the stone stele with a small rock.
It roughly said that he had gone in search of something for Foundation Establishment, and that his master should not worry if he returned.
Just as he was preparing to head down the mountain, a somewhat aged voice suddenly rang out.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Remarkable, truly remarkable!"
Chen Fan's heart jolted!
With spiritual senses far surpassing those of others at his level, he had actually failed to notice when this person had approached!
In an instant, every muscle in his body tensed. The newly born spiritual power within him surged like a rushing stream as he warily looked toward the source of the voice.
A few steps away, a crumpled yellow talisman paper drifted down from the sky and hovered in midair.
With a bang!
The yellow talisman paper instantly transformed into a living person.
He was an old man dressed in a faded old Daoist robe, a seemingly clouded yet faintly sharp smile hanging on his face.
If anyone from Little Immortal City had been here, they would certainly have recognized him.
The renowned fortune-telling master!
Though calling him a master was generous. He was really just a swindler!!
This man was precisely that old fortune teller from Little Immortal City whom passersby had called a "lunatic"!
Chen Fan's brows furrowed slightly, his expression incomparably grave. This old man had appeared beside him without a sound; he was definitely not as simple as he appeared!
He was very likely an unrivaled expert!
The old man smiled as he sized Chen Fan up and down, clicking his tongue in wonder.
"Three days to complete Qi Refining, with foundations clear and pure as an abyssal sea, and