He always wore a warm smile on his face, paired with a brand-new Taoist robe and handsome features, he somewhat resembled an enlightened master untouched by worldly dust.
Ignoring the boy whose words were brimming with provocation, He Qingfeng found that the young man didn't want to let him off so easily.
Apparently wanting to prove his "Eyes of Golden Flame" to his girlfriend, or perhaps to mock He Qingfeng, the young man, Jia Xiaoming, approached He Qingfeng's stand.
"Master, tell my fortune, please!"
Jia Xiaoming came over with a mischievous grin, deliberately stretching his neck forward, his mocking demeanor looking somewhat contemptible.
"Do you see if my forehead is darkened, indicating a Blood Disaster?"
As he said the words "Blood Disaster," Jia Xiaoming suddenly burst into laughter; the scorn and provocation were all too clear.
He Qingfeng, however, acted as if he didn't feel the malice, still maintaining a gentle smile.
