Han Hongyue walked beside Ye Fei with a bouquet of roses in her arms, looking even more like a girl in love.
"Young man, would you like to have your fortune read?"
As Ye Fei was walking across an overpass with Han Hongyue, an old man dressed in Daoist robes and carrying a black umbrella on his back, with a cloth bag over his left shoulder, approached Ye Fei with a smile.
He blocked Ye Fei's path.
As soon as the old man stopped him, Ye Fei instinctively looked into the old man's eyes.
However, in that instant, Ye Fei felt as though his own eyes had glimpsed an endless abyss, sending a chill through his entire body.
"A master!"
Startled, Ye Fei quickly came to his senses and hastily diverted his gaze.
But when he looked at the old man again, what he saw was a kindly old man.
It was as if his previous feeling had been mistaken.
In an instant, Ye Fei's look towards the old man was filled with even more shock.
"What's going on? Could it really have been an illusion?"
