“I say, you there miss. I can see your palm lines are getting dark, an omen of bad things to come. Would you care for this humble person to divine your future?

“And but don’t be afraid…I am from a noble background as an accurate fate diviner. They call me the ‘Right Hand of the God of Fate’, some might call me ‘Miser’, but…rest assured, allow me to take a look at your palm first…”

It was the first sentence that caught Bai Yunfei’s attention, but it was the latter part that caused him to pay closer attention to the speaker.

He was a young man dressed in a coarse robe of gray. His hair was tied behind his head, but only at the top so the rest of his hair splayed wildly whenever the wind blew. Handsome,...