A mere mortal sorcerer possessed neither the Immortal Dao's method of longevity nor the wonders needed to transcend the mortal dust. Still, attaining such cultivation was no small feat. Perhaps he had already developed a Dharma Eye and could discern certain unusual strands of destiny.
For some reason, the look in the old man's eyes genuinely stirred the North Sea Dragon Lord's interest.
Ya You slipped one hand into his sleeve. When he withdrew it, he held a walnut-sized gold sycee between his fingers. He set it on the table with an audible thud that suggested considerable weight.
Seeing the man produce gold, the people around him could not help taking another look, while Old Man Yu frowned slightly.
"I saw you judge people's fortune and misfortune from their faces in mere moments. I won't tell you what I wish to ask. Why don't you see what I've come to the Dragon Painting Temple seeking?"
As he spoke, a faint smile appeared on Ya You's face.
"Tell me correctly, and this gold is yours."
"And if I'm wrong?"
Old Man Yu's manner grew more solemn, which only broadened Ya You's smile.
"If you're wrong, I won't make things difficult for you. Just get out of the Capital City, and stop thinking about meddling in matters beyond your reach or harboring unrealistic hopes!"
Truthfully, from Ya You's perspective, these were exceedingly merciful terms.
The old man was clearly extraordinary, but however extraordinary he might be, he remained a mortal adept. Perhaps his accomplishments in the divination arts were exceptional enough to reveal certain heavenly secrets, but reaching too far was courting death.
Yet at these words, the pilgrims around them began speaking up in the name of fairness.
"Hey, how can you act like that? The old gentleman is running his