After shaking off the Demoness, Chu Xuan continued to leisurely travel around, experiencing the ways of the world in the guise of a Fortune Teller.
On this day, he set up a small stall in the city, hanging his banner, and sat down to read a book.
If someone with fate approached to ask for a fortune, he would charge a small fee to tell their fortune.
Usually in these cases, it was the clients who benefited greatly; with Chu Xuan's current fortune-telling skills, when it came to predicting for ordinary people, it was a sure hit every time.
Unexpectedly, before he could read more than a couple of lines, his "enemy" tracked him down.
"Oh dear ~ sir, we really are destined to meet," a woman's voice, intimate yet laced with a hint of danger, sounded in front of the stall.
With a headache, Chu Xuan lifted his head, "Why is it... you again."
He was somewhat surprised, for the woman before him looked nothing like the previous one.
