A fortune-teller?
How were there fortune-tellers even in the cultivation world?
Song Yan was slightly curious, but he did not stop and walked straight past.
"Ah, fellow Daoist, please wait."
The stallholder looked about Little Song's age, though slightly older, and wore a moon-white Daoist robe, his bearing otherworldly.
He looked nothing like one of those itinerant fortune-tellers who swindled people.
Seeing Song Yan walk past, he repeatedly raised his hand and called, "Yin-Yang and the Five Elements! Nine out of ten fortunes come true!"
"Have your fortune told! No payment if it's wrong!"
Song Yan raised his eyebrows, thinking, I won't pay even if it's right.
He already had too few Spirit Stones to spend. How could he waste them on this?
If he had money to spare, he would be better off buying more aged Spirit Plants to refine Precious Medicine and condense his core sooner.
"Wait, wait, fellow Daoist! How about I give you a free reading?" The man grew anxious.
"I can tell where your teachings came from!"
Oh?
Song Yan paused and glanced sideways. "Let's hear it."
The Dongyuan Sect was truly worlds away from here. Unless this man had followed him all the way from the Chu Kingdom, there was absolutely no way he could have known beforehand.
He wanted to see just what this man could divine.
The man's fingers moved repeatedly through calculations, looking quite convincing.
"If my calculations are correct, the cultivation method you practice is called the Purple Firmament Daoist Scripture. Am I right?"
He did not speak these words aloud, instead transmitting them privately.
Song Yan was taken aback.
The Purple Firmament Daoist Scripture was half of the Void Transformation Book's core formula. He had told no one but Xiao Ju.
Could this man practice the art of divination