"This is..."
The fortune-teller smiled and clasped his hands, "Please forgive my intrusion, young brother. Due to special circumstances, I can only meet you within your dreams."
"After all, with your master guarding South-Garrison Pass, I dare not approach rashly."
Dream?
Chen Yi suddenly realized, sat up straight and looked at the visitor, pondering briefly before asking:
"What special matter brings you to seek me? Surely not because you have not divined clearly before and wish to take another guess?"
He was clear in his heart.
A person who could stealthily enter his dreams undetected, a Taoist who could discern his fate, was definitely no ordinary person.
And from what he said earlier, did he seem to fear his master Li Qingzhou?
The fortune-teller shook his head, "Calm down, young brother. There is still time tonight; I will explain everything clearly."
With that, he waved his hand.