Wherever my heart finds peace is home, and a brief encounter can forge an old friendship.
Life is like bamboo, climbing higher with each joint; instead of drinking potions to forget worries, why not ascend and observe the distant landscape?
The gentle breeze sweeps by, and worries dissipate naturally.
Moreover, I'm not troubled by love; I'm merely here in Rising Dragon City to find someone.
Mister, you've got it wrong."
Although Zhang Ze exposed his rhetoric, the fortune teller wasn't the least bit embarrassed.
He, acting as if nothing had happened, picked up his turtle shell and said.
"I admit my skills are lacking, but I see that Young Master has a certain obsession."
"Nevertheless, whether it's predicting people or events, that's our family trade. Who is it you seek, Young Master? Shall I cast a divination for you?"
Zhang Ze, out of curiosity, wanted to see what method this deceptive fortune teller would use.
