The sky was getting darker.
Perhaps some parts of this city were still noisy and lively.
But here on Fortune-telling Street, it was deserted.
The man with the fake beard slowly said, "Xuanji, do you remember his appearance?"
"I forgot." Li Xuanji answered truthfully.
The bearded man frowned slightly, "At the beginning, we were ordered by Master to set up a stall here for ten years, saying that we would wait for someone to give an answer. Could it be him? Just now, I also looked at the Heaven's Secret, and saw his pictures, but they were all hazy."
"It should be him." Li Xuanji nodded seriously.
The bearded man tilted his head slightly, "Nothing else to say?"
