The fortune-telling Daoist packed up his stall, picked up his things, and left with light steps.
"Daoist, we meet again. Do you still remember me?"
"Hmm?"
Looking at the man in blue robes who had suddenly appeared before him, the Daoist froze for a moment.
"Uh... you are? Ah!"
The Daoist suddenly remembered. It was not that his memory was particularly good, but that Li Ping'an had left far too deep an impression on him.
That day, he had casually told someone's fortune, only to discover that the person was a prince of Great Xia.
While he was still reeling in astonishment, he heard the prince of Great Xia ask him to cast a divination for Li Ping'an.
Yet before he could even begin, an immense terror had enveloped him.
Since childhood, he had possessed an innate ability to foresee threats to his own safety.
He had repeatedly relied on this ability to turn calamity into good fortune, but that had been his first time coming so close to death.
Thus, even though he did not know the identity of the man in blue robes before him, he knew the man was someone far from ordinary.
The last encounter had already scared him half to death. Never had he expected to meet him again here.
The Daoist swallowed and instinctively took two steps back.
"Ahem, ahem..."
"Esteemed... esteemed..."
For a moment, the Daoist could not think how to address Li Ping'an.
Li Ping'an looked much younger than he did-though, of course, that was judging by appearances alone.
After all, some unfathomable experts always had ways of making themselves look very young.
"My name is Li Ping'an."
The Daoist returned his greeting. "This humble Daoist is Miaoshan."
"So you are True Person Miaoshan. My respects."
"You flatter me, you flatter me."