The old Daoist priest shuddered and wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth. He looked around with a dazed expression, but he didn't notice anything out of the ordinary. In the end, he could only sigh and lament that he was getting old. He lamented that he had to accept this, and that he was no longer able to withstand the chilly cold of spring and winter. He then noticed the young Daoist priest sitting in front of his stall with a cheerful smile again, and his expression was a punchable one that showed his eagerness to listen to his guidance.0

Thinking of the business that this bastard had snatched away, how could the old Daoist priest still be willing to offer him any words of wisdom? After all, wouldn't that be digging a hole for himself? If more of his business was snatched away in the future, who would he go crying to? Thus, he waved his sleeve in impatience and grumbled, "Piss off, piss off! Young lad, you don't have any talent or potential, so there's nothing more that I can teach you. Hurry up and scram. Don't disturb me from doing business!"0

Lu Chen placed his hands firmly on the fortune-telling stall and said with a shameless expression, "Don't shoo me away! Please give me some guidance, Immortal Elder....0