Zhang Jing's wife paid no attention. Her gaze fell on the phone, and when she saw Lin Fan on the livestream, she froze.
He was simply too young.
Zhang Jing's wife could not help asking, "The master you mentioned couldn't be this young fellow, could it?"
Zhang Jing nodded. Ever since hearing some of the things Lin Fan had said, he had acknowledged Lin Fan's abilities.
He said bluntly, "Don't judge a book by its cover. Age doesn't mean everything."
There was always someone better, always a sky beyond the sky.
Zhang Jing had always held to this principle. He knew very well that the vast world held all manner of wonders. Besides, among his ancestors through the generations, there had been those who reached the pinnacle of medicine in their twenties.
"Zhang Jing's wife, sixty-nine years old this year. You were born into a wealthy household. In the old days, people would have addressed you as the eldest young lady of the Gao family."
Lin Fan calculated on his fingers and chuckled softly. "Grandma Gao Jinru, my name is Lin Fan. I'm just a humble fortune-teller. Others call me Master Lin, but my abilities aren't actually as impressive as they imagine. Of course, I have yet to meet a fortune-telling master in this world who's better than me."
Naturally, there were some cultivators more powerful than him.
But when it came to fortune-telling, Lin Fan thought there should be no one better than him. After all, he had the system's assistance.
Still, Lin Fan thought of the year-end Daoist Assembly, which masters from all quarters would attend.
Then he would be able to meet other fortune-telling masters and see how capable they were.
"So arrogant?"
Gao Jinru looked slightly taken aback. With some displeasure, she said, "To be honest,