The county town where Master Bai the Fourteenth resides.
On a small street spared from disaster, there's a fortune-teller's stall.
A middle-aged man wearing round sunglasses sits at the stall, his originally hunching back gradually straightening.
The townsfolk on the street seem busy, conducting post-disaster reconstruction under the leader's command.
Originally, no one would have noticed him.
Suddenly, the fortune-teller joins his fingers together, takes off his sunglasses, revealing his bright, piercing eyes.
"Your eyes are fine? Then why do you pretend to be a blind fortune-teller? Isn't that deceiving people?"
A passing teacher noticed the fortune-teller's action and couldn't help questioning him.
His voice deliberately raised, wanting everyone to know the truth and avoid being deceived.
The ruffians sitting by the roadside suddenly became interested, aggressively approaching the fortune-teller: "Exactly, how dare you deceive people! Bastard, pay back the money!"
