However, the old man shook his head, not daring to look at Su Chen again.
"You are too mysterious; I can't see through you."
He turned to Chu Yu and said, "Miss, you must believe me, what I said is true. You should be extra careful."
He no longer felt like stopping in front of Su Cheng; all he wanted was to get as far away as possible.
How naive Chu Yu was, despite her sharp business acumen, she had never come across such mystical and vague matters.
Therefore, her curiosity was greatly piqued at this moment.
Chu Yu said, "Fine, then please tell my fortune."
"I could, but..."
The old man chuckled slyly, pointing at the canvas he held in his hands.
Chu Yu looked up and saw that beneath the words "Immortal Pointing the Way," there was a line of smaller print.
"Inquiring about fate, each session costs five hundred."
"Five hundred?"
"Old swindler, why don't you just go to hell!" Su Chen bellowed angrily from the side.
