After the Ignore Talisman was activated, the three of them continued walking on the road, and those people’s eyes finally did not fall on them.
Yun Ran finally breathed a sigh of relief, and Dragon Spirit’s expression changed from tense to his usual cheeky look.
"I, the Dragon King, am not just a pretty face. These people are really shallow!"
When they arrived at the designated venue for exchanges, the Ignore Talisman on them temporarily ceased to work.
The Dark Master mbers who arrived early saw Yun Ran and the others and had the sense not to block their way.
Ginsengfruit went to pay the fee and quickly found their spot to set up their stall.
Ginsengfruit deftly hung up the sign that Yun Ran had prepared, which read "World’s Best Fortune Teller."
Yun Ran settled in, waiting for people to co to her.
Ginsengfruit kept himself busy with various tasks nearby (no one knew what exactly he was doing).
anwhile, Dragon Spirit sat a little further back, continuing to read the book Yun Ran had given him earlier.
Despite wearing masks, they couldn’t hide how young they were, making them quite conspicuous.
When the sign "World’s Best Fortune Teller" was hung up.
Most people nearby were astounded, while so planned to secretly watch the spectacle.
"Are these folks from out of town, daring to put up such a sign? They’re so young, clearly just trying to attract attention!"
"Confidence is fine, but if you’re too confident, it becos laughable."
"From the look of it, it seems like the woman is taking the lead—what significant things can a woman achieve?"
"Who’s gonna go and test the waters with these few?"
...
Their voices were not very loud, and they were quite far from Yun Ran and the others, but Yun Ran could hear the conversations clearly.
Ginsengfruit naturally heard it too, and a burst of anger welled up in him—what if the Host is a woman!
The Host was once the Young Master of Qingfeng Temple, and afterwards, successfully established a new Qingfeng Temple!
Those people who keep talking about gender differences could only dream of achieving half of what the Host accomplished.
Pah!
The county isn’t very large, so even trivial matters can spread quickly.
Yun Ran looked at the people around, many were eyeing them with scrutinizing gazes.
Fortunately, these people were no longer blatantly discussing their appearance.
Just then, an old man with white hair and a face full of sorrow entered through the venue’s entrance.
With a look of despair, he clutched his last bit of wealth, hoping to find the last shred of hope for his granddaughter here.
"Hey, Old Wang, you’re here again? Didn’t we tell you before that your granddaughter is beyond saving, yet you still won’t give up?"
Soone who knew the old man kindly reminded him, but it was just a girl, if she’s gone, she’s gone.
But this Old Wang was stubborn, sacrificing most of his assets just to save that girl.
"How can I just watch that child die before my eyes!!!"
In the past, many Dark Masters were willing to take the job, but unfortunately, many here knew how troubleso the Wang Family’s little girl’s problem was.
Even if so problems could be dealt with, she would still revert to her original state.
Initially, the Wang Family’s little girl could regain consciousness, but over ti, her periods of lucidity beca shorter and shorter.
Soone pointed with their eyes towards Yun Ran’s stall.
"Old Wang, why don’t you go over there and take a look? With the money you have now, you can’t afford a peace charm, so you might as well get a divination!"
At this mont, Old Wang was like a headless fly, grabbing onto a lifeline as he imdiately moved towards Yun Ran’s stall.
In his current state, if the divination turns out unfavorable, he might go crazy at any mont.
Those who talked about testing them were now staring intently at Yun Ran’s direction.
Whether they’re the real thing or not will be clear soon.
Yun Ran saw that Old Wang carried traces of Death Energy, and his eyes were filled with persistence.
Others might not notice, but those people still used delaying tactics, draining Old Wang’s wealth.
It seems now, they’ve not only drained his wealth but also his will to survive.
Ginsengfruit glanced at the old man and then turned to Yun Ran: [Host, this person is trouble. Should we drive him away!]
Normally, soone tainted with Death Energy isn’t a big deal.
But now, the Host is injured, and touching Death Energy and ill ons could have so impact.
Dragon Spirit also lifted his eyes from the book.
He saw the staggering yet resolute old man walking towards them.
Yun Ran raised a hand to stop Ginsengfruit’s question and the probing look in Dragon Spirit’s eyes.
"If I avoid even this bit of Death Energy, we wouldn’t be here in the first place."
Ginsengfruit and Dragon Spirit thought it over and agreed, Yun Ran (the Host) indeed was like this, knowingly walking towards danger.
If it weren’t the case, they wouldn’t be following Yun Ran so resolutely, venturing into this new world composed of spatial crevices.
Old Wang’s eyes were bloodshot as he looked hopefully at Yun Ran: "Master, can you check my granddaughter’s birth chart?"
Though utterly desperate, Old Wang’s gaze towards Yun Ran still carried a hint of reverence, keeping a respectful distance.
This showed the gap between the status of Dark Masters and ordinary people in this world.
"Sit down, give the birth chart!"
Old Wang’s eyes flickered slightly, perhaps not expecting this female Xuan Master to be so approachable.
As he ca over, he carried the last bit of hope—if turned away again, they might truly have no path left.
Ginsengfruit placed a ready-made simple stool in front of Old Wang.
Then he stood about a ter away from him, blocking the Death Energy from drifting towards the Host.
Old Wang was unaware of this, nor did he expect a Dark Master to treat him this way for the first ti.
"I... I..."
Just as he spoke, Old Wang burst into tears. The ntal pressure these days had pushed him to the brink of breakdown.
Other than those he knew well, Dragon Spirit had a rather indifferent and cold perception of others.
Upon hearing this old man crying so bitterly, filled with so much pain and grievance in his voice.
Even if he couldn’t truly empathize, Dragon Spirit was sowhat touched—this kind of despairing aura was too piercing.
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