In the briefest of moments, Shi Feiyang performed a simple divination in his mind and learned that the Young Man in Green came from the southeast, though his roots lay in the southwest. He belonged to an orthodox lineage of the Mystic Sect, but was not an Emei disciple. The Daoist also came from the southwest and was the youth's enemy.
The youth kept signaling him with his eyes, insisting on having his fortune told first. Unable to fathom the reason just yet, Shi Feiyang said to him, "If you want me, who arrived first, to give way to you, who arrived later, that's fine. But you'll have to compensate me."
"No problem!" The youth was readily agreeable and pulled another piece of gold from his robe.
Shi Feiyang did not take it. "Do I... look like a young master who needs that little piece of gold?"
The youth grew anxious. "Stop making trouble! I'm getting my fortune told today, no matter what. If you don't leave, I'll hit you!"
Shi Feiyang laughed. "I really never imagined anyone would dare hit me! Come on, then. Let me see how you intend to do it..."
As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly felt the space around him solidify, as though he had been cast into walls of bronze and iron. Knowing that the other party was secretly casting a spell to restrain him, he stopped moving and speaking, waiting to see what the youth would do.
Seeing him fall still, the youth assumed his spell had worked. He turned to the Daoist. "Come on, ignore him. Tell this young master's fortune!"
The Daoist had also noticed the youth using a spell to immobilize someone. His gaze flickered over the hand hidden in the youth's sleeve, and he smiled as he