A crude wooden table, a tattered cloth banner bearing the words "Divine Calculations," and an old man with white hair and beard, dressed in a Daoist robe washed pale with age.
He was none other than Xuanjizi, who had just left Little Wilderness Mountain. At this moment, he had reined in all the bearing of a Profound Immortal, looking like nothing more than an ordinary down-and-out old Daoist.
At the moment, he half-squinted in boredom as he looked at Su Bai.
The young man before him had an ordinary face. The Immortal Essence fluctuations around him were weak and mixed, the standard appearance of a bottom-tier Rogue Cultivator in the Immortal Realm, with cultivation roughly around the Spirit Transformation Realm.
There were at least eighty million, if not a hundred million, people like this in Little Immortal City—the most common of background figures.
There was no need to even calculate this sort of person's fate!
There were far too many templates he could apply!
Because someone like this was certainly no important figure. And if he was not an important figure, then in the Immortal Domain, he was surely someone who would be suppressed and oppressed!
The weak had no human rights!
Without a powerful backer, he could be casually killed and no one would speak reason for him.
Xuanjizi had encountered far too many people like this. They were bound to have plenty of troubles, or they would not have come to him for fortune-telling.
And people like this were undoubtedly the easiest targets to "con."
"Cough, cough."
Xuanjizi stroked his sparse beard and made a show of pinching his fingers to calculate. A trace of professional "gravity" flashed through his cloudy eyes.
In truth, he had not calculated anything at all.
"Aiya! Fellow Daoist, dark clouds shroud your