The old man who had been fishing froze on the spot when he heard Jiang Man's words.
He silently looked at the first young man to enter.
Those words made him ponder many things.
A thousand thoughts came crowding in.
In the end, he still could not work out what the young man wanted to do.
"Did you... just say something presumptuous?" the old man finally asked after taking a moment to recover.
Jiang Man thought briefly. "It was a little presumptuous."
"Since you think so too, I'll pretend I didn't hear it," the old man said.
Jiang Man looked taken aback. "Senior, can't I just touch you once?"
The old man's gaze stiffened slightly. "Do you know what you're saying?"
Jiang Man looked at him, thought briefly, and corrected himself. "You've misunderstood, senior. I've studied medicine. Your complexion looks poor, so I wanted to take your pulse." Hearing this, the old man eyed Jiang Man dubiously. "That's what you meant?"
Jiang Man nodded firmly.
Only then did the old man breathe a sigh of relief. "Taking my pulse, huh? You gave me a fright."
He then held out his hand.
Jiang Man took it without ceremony.
Then he activated the Heavenly Mirror of a Hundred Books.
The pages soon began turning, finally stopping on the last page.
[A spirit formed from the negative spiritual thoughts of Heart Demon Lake. Has a distinctive understanding of fishing, worth mentioning.]
Jiang Man was indeed somewhat curious about someone suddenly appearing here.
That was why he wanted to touch him and take a look.
He had not expected to actually discover something.
He had assumed the old man belonged to the Sect, but he turned out to be a spirit formed by Heart Demon Lake.
The Heavenly Mirror of a Hundred