"No wonder fortune-tellers are so rare in the world, I almost carelessly got myself into trouble just now!"
After his breathing gradually steadied, a faint bitter smile appeared on Xu Ping's face.
This fortune-telling business is indeed too dangerous.
If a fortune-teller can't control their curiosity and acts recklessly, they might not even know how they lost their life.
Xu Ping took a deep breath, and once his mood was fully stable, he stepped out of the cultivation room.
The sunlight bathed him, bringing waves of warmth that dispelled some of the earlier gloom.
"Apologies for keeping you waiting, fellow Daoists." Xu Ping walked toward the pavilion and said with a smile.
"Fellow Daoist Xu, is everything prepared?" Gong Yang, seeing him, quickly stood up and inquired.
"Everything is ready, let's set off at once," Xu Ping said while nodding.
With that, Xu Ping summoned the Watershore Mouse into the spirit beast bag.
