Although Han Fei failed to figure out the middle-aged man's identity, he was no longer anxious. Since the guy asked him to look for the painting, it was only reasonable that he charged a commission.
Only an idiot would have refused a free gift.
Besides, they were talking about divine techniques! Even though he was quite weak and could only learn how to predict dangers for now, it was still about foreseeing the future!
If he got stronger later, he might be better at the skill and could really perform these skills.
Han Fei was relieved. Not only must he learn the skill, but he also had to learn it well.
Han Fei asked, "Senior, when will we begin? How will you teach me?"
The middle-aged man replied with a smile, "There's no need to rush. It's dinnertime. Time for you to cook!"
Han Fei: "…"
Han Fei was not in the mood to make food at all. He simply made a hotpot and boiled vegetables in it.
