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"Esteemed guest, I see you are destined for a calamity of blood and light..."
In a bustling street corner, not far from an alley, a young man in a hurry turned his head and saw a man sitting there.
The man was clad in a Taoist robe that seemed of good material, albeit somewhat grimy, perched on a makeshift, one-legged stool, with four characters on the ground before him—
"Mend the chicken, shun the chest..." read the young man, immediately feeling a chill, and he turned to leave.
"Don't go, dear guest, young hero, hear me out," the Taoist called out urgently.
The young man kept walking, his pace quickening.
"Your upcoming endeavor is bound to be perilous, but if you heed my advice, you are certain to turn calamity into fortune and succeed in being chosen!"
